When talking
To my mom
On the phone-
To hear my dad
In the background
How’s my little girl?
When visiting
The house
Where I grew up-
To see him walking
Down the hall or
Standing in the kitchen
When far away
In my own home
Living my daily life-
To picture them
In my mind’s eye
By each other’s side
Each represents a truth
I have witnessed
Year after year
But sometimes
Life requires a change
Of expectations
Death is no exception.
Tho its shifts remain
Partially hidden
Until their time
Otherwise, we
Might not love
Quite so fiercely
great ending to a lovely poem —
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Thank you, John. ☺️
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Oh, the bittersweet realities of life sneak up on us Keeley
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Yes, they do. ☺️ Hope you are well, Ivor.
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I’m ok , thanks Keeley
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I’m praying and remembering you all. Your words describe your feelings so eloquently and I appreciate you sharing them with us. ❤️
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