i’ve been remembering their favorite flowers
and how they laughed
and how they smelled
and how they loved
and grew angry
and were unbendable
and wonderfully flexible
and what they said
with heavy accents
and what they grew in their gardens
and the plums they picked from trees
and swiss chard from the dark earth
and how protected i felt in their embrace
and how i thought they would all live forever
and now i dream about them
and think about them
and miss them all with an ache in my trembling heart
that stretches out into infinity
spanishwoods 
Sweet memories of cherished moments. ❤️
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Yes.
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Somedays are harder than others. Hugs to you!
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Good to remember those that have gone. Hugs are always welcome.
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a good thing infinity, like love, goes forever.
a heartful
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Yes, you are right.
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Absolutely lovely.
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Thank you.
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There are days that memories get me through, painful as they sometimes are.
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Exactly.
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Very touching but it is good to remember those gone with the plants they grew. For me a lilac tree and geraniums.
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Yes, it is. Lilacs is one of mine too.
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Remembering through living plants keeps the essence and joy of our loved one’s alive in the heart, I find.
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Yes, and you really captured the importance of those links.
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Very touching thoughts!
As Whitman said: “Nothing is ever lost nor can be lost. The body sluggish, aged, cold, the ember left from earlier fires
shall duly flame again.”
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Lovely. Whitman is always right on target.
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Poignant as you write of the Cycle of Life. Beautifully written… 🙂
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Thank you.
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Read your words and then looked up. A beautiful sunset was hugging the mountains. Wish my dad were here to see it. –Curt
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The remembering is good, but the missing is so hard.
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Just wonderful.
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Thank you.
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Lately, I have become acutely aware of my own mother’s age — she is still strong and in good health, but there are aspects to this that I find startling. A stark reminder of time’s passage. Your poem and its connections are lovely.
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Thank you so much Carrie.
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🙂 perfect
Nx
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Thank you. 🙂
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