The unknown facets
26 September 2018
Life’s mysteries form
A pleat within destiny
Traces of camphor
Neatly tucked away
Remembrance a robe of light
My nostrils inflamed
Repeated chipping
Eye discovers in the seams
The unknown facets
Reading of the poem:
Familiar – Agnes Obel
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Thank you for the repost
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Wonderfully mystical!
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Thank you Malkie 🙂
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Fleeting memories as the sewing box plays, “Let Me Call You Sweetheart.” Little I was and Little did I know that she would return to her beloved sweetheart husband in a future that played out too soon.
Now at least my parents and grandparents are all together in Paradise.
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One day we will join them in bliss. Memories are treasures.
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Like opening my Grandma Eva’s Musical sewing box and seeing her all over and again. Returning to her apartment in Harlem. An apt that was huge to the 5 year old me. Hearing Grandma give a lighthearted scolding to her son, my Dad. Memories of a Great Day in Harlem with Grandma.
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Wonderful memories it seems 🙂
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