The faces that I love dearest from my past flow through my thoughts with quiet rhythm. I hear their voices in my ears and read their words in the air. The pieces of them that cling to my being are becoming part of who I am. I am infused with their essence. May I always carry them with me. May the best parts of them become who I am.
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2 comments:
You are so poetic our lovely AK daughter. Love you! xoxo momnbob
Thank you... when it comes from the heart it seems easy.
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