sometimes the details of life make it hard to breathe,
make it so that my heart feels squeezed and i tell myself to keep it together–
often i feel foolish because it isn’t over heroic acts or poetic words
it isn’t intense emotions over politics or rhetoric or what’s right or what’s wrong with the world–
it’s about a robin eating berries in the snow (why didn’t he migrate?)
and a detail in the railing that made me look twice,
it’s when a man holds his wife’s hand gently and absentmindedly caresses her arm,
it’s the 1968 photo where faces beam with hope and happiness,
and how his goodbye was a little hurried, like ripping off a band-aid and shaking off the sting
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Beautiful details you have recorded and shared, Sylvia, the sign of staying mindful and grounded. And yes, they can squeeze the heart. Such an eloquent poem, my friend.
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Thank you Jet. 🙂
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Lovely words and sentiment, Sylvia. ❤
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Thank you Eliza 🙂
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Ah. So powerful and emotional and gripping those words, and a small detail in the photo of a much bigger picture. So glad I stopped for a moment to see, and thank you for sharing 🙂
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You are very kind, thank you. 🙂
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i think this is my favourite. Beautiful and so true.
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Thanks so very much 🙂
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❤ Beautiful. Love to you.
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You are so very sweet Manja. Thank you 🙂
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