photos
tucked
into
drawers
images
too painful
to ignore
show
bright and hopeful
faces lost
across
the sea
as dead
to me
but not
to thee
as we stand
on the
brackeny bank
bounded
by water
on both flanks
the fuschia
bend
their tender arms
dropping
tears
of blood
tears
of
love
tears
of
sorrow
for family
gone
Every weekend I talk to my 80-something yr old aunt, and we talk about family - memories, since most of them are gone. There's a bittersweet tone to your words, sadness because they're gone, but an acceptance in acknowledging the time to move on.
~Chelle~
