Iíve lost a very important and dear part of me something tangible but that no one can now see especially now, and I could be so deep in despair knowing that what once was is no longer there.
From the teenage times of so very long ago I hand-wrote words and words of winsome prose I saved them close to me over all of this time but never more can I say they are mine.
Childish writing with wisdom so deep for the young words tripped either lightly or heavily off of my glib tongue. Remembering when my Mom read my poem so deep for she hugged me tightly as if my soul to keep.
Now those words are forever gone lost are the pages that I kept for so long. And my aged mind will never bring the words new, now so with heavy heart, and anxious hand, I will begin again, I vow.
But oh, I wish I could once again run through the words of a teenager, a mother brand new; to see the words of love gone wrong to hear again the upbeat tempo in the silent song.
To my hard-drive I will save this little rhyme now and remember conspicuously when it is time now to save not only once but twice and more and just for posterityís sake, Iíll shove the floppy in the door!
Kari dearest sister of heart, this is so true those feelings, words and days are gone, but also not. They are eternally present, to be remembered, to be recalled by an aroma, a word, o touch. Love this Kari, absolutely love it.
Take care love as always Puck
Take back the hope you gave,- I claim Only a memory of the same Robert Browning