Love is Like Cement

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In Loving Memory of my nephew Thomas Paul Story

September 20, 1999 – July 1, 2023

In life we find love withstands many things,

many dreams,

many plans,

many changes.

Real love doesn’t end, it ages.

And so sitting here at your grave

I’m reminded that death only ends a life,

not a love,

not a hope,

not a promise,

not a relationship.

The funeral flowers are still so pretty,

for the dragonflies and I this is time well spent.

And now all I feel in this moment,

is that love is like cement.

This love makes my legs feel stuck

much too firmly to the ground,

makes me listen to the ribbons rustling

wishing for different sounds.

This love takes me around corners,

down winding moments in my mind.

It’s heavy and it holds and it stays,

every day, all the time.

Love is like cement,

poured out smooth with just a few cracks.

Of course we have all the memories,

but we’d rather have you back.

Some say love is a fairy tale.

Today I say it’s cement.

Living, sitting here,

with all I can’t tell you yet.

Someday I hope you greet me,

and I get to hug your neck.

I’ll make you laugh and you’ll smile and say,

“This love was like cement.”

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