Remembrance
hangs on the wall
behind a garland
In a dusty frame
is a fond memory
that lives only in my mind
and will die with me
is the honor I bestow
on a sentiment
now past its sell-by date
Remembrance
something that stirs me enough
to transform the core
and spurs me on to action
something that connects
the past, present and future
to make sense of it all
something that invokes history
to become current affairs
and keep renewing itself
A lovely thoughtful poem, Reena!
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Thank you, Jordan!
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Reena, this is perfect, how history can repeat itself and renews. Remembrance lives.
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Thanks, Helene!
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Wow lovely remembrance.
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Thank you so much!
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Wow! That’s great thoughts and words.
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Glad you liked it.
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