Every so often I wake up in the middle of the night and find myself in tears , having just been very close to my parents and than realizing that they are gone.
This is what came to my mind tonight.
...and at night come the memories
fragments of normal, not designed to be remembered
words spoken not intended for eternity
a touch given or received not known to be the last one
vignettes of before ,like a kaleidoscope of loss
all these memories-beyond reach
what's left is emptiness
This is a beautiful poem, Heike. I'm going back and reading some of your posts I missed. Hope you and Dad have a great weekend!
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