Eternal Gap

Two more years under the bridge, this just doesn’t get any easier. Miss you, Sis. Happy Birthday. Thanks for reading, A.S.

Andrew Spradling

K n A cp Sept 82 

WHAT would this day bring,

From me to you.

More than a card, a gift,

and a long phone call.

Laughter, while comparing kid notes, our families,

our friends, and our lives.

You had but a couple of days with my oldest,

I promise you’d get a kick out of all three…

And they even more from you.

Big news from the west coast for you,

And from your Razorback.

We would have hooked up last weekend,

Or maybe next.

Drinks, dinner, friends, and neighbors.

Four short hours is sorely missed.

That’s nothing compared to this eternal gap,

Bridged with faith, love, and my undying adoration.

What would have developed differently?

What would have stayed the same?

Stability, just stable, could be your middle name.

You would exercise your sisterly right to call me out,

Each and every time it was necessary.

And that was more often than not.

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