Remindings
The ease in which you stand, There all loose of limb. You remind me of past days, Looking so much like him. Opening new avenues of pain, Such hurt surrounds me yet. Pictures begin to form, Put together by pieces and bits. Soon they are complete, In focus, vivid and clear. Jumblings of the good times, His face so loving and dear. As I remember his smile, I wonder what have I done. How will I ever forget him, When his face is worn by his son. Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 09 2002 04:32 AM PST, Phyllis Thompson 0 • 10
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"The ease in which you stand,..."