LIfe as poetry
Touching piece. Nicely done.
ugh, what a feeling to know you will never see them again...that hits...
Ya, sometimes we end up saying things we know won't happen; and the other person knows the same. End of life is always sad.
oh sad.... That is a rough place, and the picture of them leaving may be stronger in your heart than any snapshot. well wordled, Willow.
I was blessed to have three - on added by a step-mom - All gone now. How different are our children's grandmothers - Treasure your memories...and the photos. Thanks for your visit and kind words.
Oh, this is sad.
Oh I so know, the cheerful smiles, the promises, the cheerful words. Knowing........this poem really hits home, kiddo!
yes, very sad. Well wordled.
Oh my, this is so sad!
tendernesswe are ephemeral