As I amble through my days
people I love are no longer here,
but they frequently return to me
in unexpected moments
The memories often repeating
These keepsakes of them
alight in my thoughts
and find purchase in a smile
Keeping them close to me
on a cold seashore in winter,
in my dark hours with hit-and-run rain,
and in pictures in frames
still telling their stories
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Author:
Michael Anthony (
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Comments1
pictures in frames..what a great POEM
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