Cockle shells,
Urn of dark blue hughes,
streaks of sky blue as rain
‘gainst the night sky.
Letters of gold script
carrying your name:
Gracie.
I was there
when your parents
said “good bye,”
when mourners
gathered by the hundreds,
hearts aching
at your tragic loss.
I wear the purple
wrist band
that bears your name:
Gracie.
You are with me as I
“Practice Aloha,”
as the band requests.
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