Love perhaps more science than romance.
Invisible yet quantifiable matter,
it might evaporate and float away.
Fall elsewhere.
freeze, boil;
it could circulate in the blood,
bitter as an infection,
benevolent as a nutrient.
Clear, tangible.
It died. It was born.
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Nancy, thank you so much for posting this poem. I keep Kacie's memorial card that Natalie put together taped to the left side of my computer monitor at work, so that Kacie is with me for most of my day. I have it taped so that the picture side is facing me. Today when I came in, I tried to take it off so that I could read the poem, but it wouldn't budge!! I didn't want to rip it, so I just let it be. I'm glad you posted it! :)
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