I remember it quite clearly
Pale sun painting frosted fields
And you at peace, to sadness yields
So many, loved so dearly
…
Butterscotch sweets in kilner jars
Full house, late nights, your Sunday roast
Full ashtrays I recall the most
What was, now framed like painted flowers
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And years go by, the memories stronger
Each twisted branch still skyward growing
The things you handed down not knowing
That they would linger, loving, longer
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And so the sequels spring to life
A library of stories new
And every one because of you
Mother, grandma, sister, wife
What a beautiful tribute (I assume) to the woman in your life.
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That’s very touching Michael and I agree with eob2 above … I also think it is a beautiful tribute to the women in your life.
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A beautiful poem Michael.
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Thanks Leigha 🙂
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You’re welcome.
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Thanks Linda 🙂 Happy Saturday!
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I’m so late getting here that unfortunately Saturday is almost a done deal – one more weekend day and for that I’m grateful. 🙂
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