I want to think of you like a warm breeze
Free flowing and happy.
Our last words to not be filled with anger
But thinly veiled fear.
I want to see you in my dreams
A vision so sweet.
The little thin lines at the corners of your eyes
Forever turned up.
I want to hear the laughter of your children
As they grow older with every season.
The voices growing stronger
With every passing turn
I want to see stories in the paper
About your heroics.
To me, that’s a true gem.
Nicole Johnson 
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