Sad to think
I never really knew you.
As I sift through gleanings
of a life concluded,
hidden facets surface that I am
just now seeing for the first time.
Sad to think
I am left to piece together
a life story that for all these years
lay nestled in yellowing tissue paper,
carefully tucked away at the bottom of
your cedar chest.
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Beautiful 😦
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Thank you.
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This is a very touching and beautiful poem and photograph.
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Thank you. And thanks for the reblog.
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you are very welcome. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Living on Vancouver Island and commented:
I’m coming up to the 4 year memorial of my mother’s death. This photograph and poem touched my heart.
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Comforting to know…
You care❤️
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Thank you.
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Truly beautiful and resonating with me because this was so very true of my elderly aunt who even though still alive is suffering from Alzheimer’s Disease. There are so many questions we have about her life; sadly she cannot answer them for us, even as we try to piece things together from her belongings. Thanks for sharing 🙂
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You’re welcome. My father suffered from Alzheimer’s for years before he was released to peace. It took a long time to stop thinking, “I’ll ask Dad about that,” only to realize that he could no longer answer.
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