584

584, yet still I want more.

584 pictures of your little faces glowing with joy, my Ellie Joy.

584 pictures of you growing up, my Isabella.

584 reminds me that I can’t take more.

584 is all I have left of you.

Will I ever see your golden hair again, my Ellie?

Will I ever look into your big, green eyes again, my Bella?

584, I should have done more.

584 pictures and videos of your dances, your goofy grins, your singing for the Lord.

584 reminds me of the pain that I may never see you again.

584 reminds me of the victory our abuser has gained.

But, one day, there will be more the 584.

I will see you again and hold you in my arms.

My two sisters, who I watched grow,

Who I helped to read, to add and subtract, to shoot a bow.

584 memories of joy, pain, love, and sadness,

584 pictures of Anastasia movie nights, dance parties, and memories of us holding each other tight.

584, there will be more.

584 new memories when you are back in my arms.

584 new days to look forward to, and more.

Our abuser may have won this battle, but Love will win this war.