Remember

If I forget…

 

The slow blissful days filled

With miraculous nothings

Are with you

 

The light hand reaching out

To whisk me from the dark, cold places I sometimes live in

Is your hand

 

The names, the dates, the places, the faces

And finally, fatally, 

You

 

Like my father before me

 

Please know

I am not me

And letting go

Is not treason

◄ The burning of one's church

The dreaded train ►

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Jeannot

Thu 25th Apr 2019 19:36

Mona, thank you very much for your kind words

mona s

Thu 25th Apr 2019 18:55

Beautifully rendered and heart tugging one..

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Jeannot

Thu 25th Apr 2019 12:23

Thank you Jason for reading and taking the time to comment

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Jason Bayliss

Thu 25th Apr 2019 06:36

Really, very touching. Beautifully put.

J.

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