every time she visits that hill
it leads her down
by her throat and arm
That's the part that made me like this poem. For the most part, Riley, I think you shunned a little of your usually imaginative style. It's a very touching story, yes, but the phrasing of some of the lines isn't as creative as you usually are.
I still like this poem, Riley, but I've learned to have a high standard for your work... I'm just making a suggestion, of course, but I'd prefer to see you work your imagination into your writing more than you've done here.
Great to read from you again, babe. Hope all is well.
God becomes as
we are that we
may be as he