GRIEF Poem: Michelle, by Ava Lombardo

Her soft, brown hair tied up in her favorite scrunchie,
Looking at me with bright, green eyes that look just like mine.
The scent of her perfume that still lingers, almost like she’s still here.
Beautiful on the inside and out,
The kindest person I knew.

I see myself in her in many ways,
From the way I speak and laugh to when I look in the mirror.
It’s almost like she’s staring back at me.

Everything around me is a constant reminder of her, including myself.
From hearing her favorite songs in public to seeing anything the color purple.
Pictures of us around my room and videos of her voice are what I live through,
Thinking of what my life would be like if she had gotten better.

Infectious laughs, room lighting smiles and comforting hugs
Caring for me when I’m sick, holding me while I cry.
She taught me everything I needed to know in such a short time frame,
Always teaching me more every day, explaining it with such ease.

From planning our futures that fate will prevent from happening on the couch at 1 am,
To doing face masks together while watching our favorite show,
And eating the snack she bought for me because she said it made her think of me.

“God gives you two ears and one mouth for a reason – you listen more than you speak.”
She would always tell me.
Always full of encouraging and kind words getting me through a hard day,
There for me the second that I need her to be,
Always answering the phone on the first ring.

The woman with the biggest heart,
Always giving and putting others before herself,
But never wanting anything in return.

My biggest supporter and guardian angel,
The woman I received my name and blood from,
My best friend