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a portrait of one, sitting above the mantel
with the softest smile, as i look on
the features of great grandparents
who now sleep , secure in a distant land.

a voice still heard in the wind
against the horizon,
longing for yesterdays creation
reminder of all that was good

One portrait, painted with strokes of love
in a room filled with light and sun
all eyes on the image, comforting
each, knowing faces they would once
again see...

good bye... not a word to be used
the figure is not lost in any season
but alive in one portrait sitting on a mantle
holding dear, one that was so fragile






By girlsisy

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