Shadows.

Glancing at a Buddlia while in my garden I saw in my mind’s eye my daughter’s cat asleep beneath it, he is no longer with us in body, but in spirit he is, which prompted these few words.

Shadows linger where you lay:

born within the echo of

a breath.

soft memories hold

the silent hand of time,

keeping you close yet

lost to the eye.

 

© sweetwater 2019
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Chrissytotoro
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I loved this.
chrissy

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I really like these little gems of yours, Sue, especially with the inspirational or thought-awakening sources attached. As the other comments allude to, we need these more emotional and gentle, freely-written creative pieces too; adds to the diversity, the wide spectrum of submitted work. I’m glad your pen has loosened up again!
Trevor x

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