Dreams will never come true when they involve someone who's passed on. A sad truth that you bring to light in this touching work of yours. I have been fortunate that I haven't had to deal with much death (knock on wood) in my life, but I know that it's coming in the future and it is something that I think of every day with the utmost trepidation. First of all, I'm sorry for your loss. Second of all, if I had the power, I'd make it so this poem needn't have ever existed. Unfortunately, I do not.
You really do put emphasis on the appreciation of life that comes from death throughout this piece, though. It's a harsh reality, and I think you single-handedly help anyone who reads this poem prepare for that inevitability.
Thank you for this write, and much love!
Sometimes this sort of write is the most sincere, honest and moving; just getting down what is real and what you are feeling. Not trying to "overproduce" reality, if you understand what I mean.
That's exactly what this is: real, sincere and extremely moving; well done and all the very best,
..I remember my Gran dying many years ago. I recall how that felt. Grandparents often hold a special place in our hearts and when they pass on their mark remains, just like the smell of coconut oil will always conjure her memory for you.