Living in their Absence,
is like entering a room
still carrying the Scent
of a person no longer there,
a Lingering, that never leaves,
I get used to, so think is gone,
the Sensation there is something else,
never the Confirmation
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Until one day they Emerge,
my Elders
living inside me
shyly or boisterously
the scent intensifies
the lingering becomes immanent
My ancestors appear, nod their heads
smile, then fade;
only a few remain,
ones I can Visualize best,
ones I never knew I had
was not surprised by
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My Ancestors
the long line of Souls
Crowding at the door
to get a look at me,
their Continuance
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Art Work by Yaron Rosner
Kiki, I love this!! It is so beautifully said! You speak the deepest truths!!!
Thank you Dorothy!
Dear Kiki – You give light to my mind. Thank you! Loved Yaron’s photo as well.
Your mind has all the light in the world Ignacio, it was just a reflection…xo
So, so beautiful Kiki. Your words capture what resonates deep inside all of us
We share them Claire! xo
lovely, especially appreciated around the holidays.
Be of good cheer!
Happy return of light to you Paula!
A haunting ending to a moving poem.
Thank you Jimmy!
And Yaron’s striking visual expression matches the words precisely in emotion and tone.
Great words. Great artwork. And what great truths….
Dear Andrea, can you not just see them, in your life, in that of your children?
Love to see you here! xo