Thursday, December 6, 2018

Missing Them, Still




1948 Ralph & Ona


no need for clocks
no need for watches
death comes 
on its own time frame
like a thief in the night
stealing your most 
precious possessions

Posted by Helen at 3:37 PM
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4 comments:

  1. tonispencerDecember 1, 2018 at 4:48 PM

    So very true! Wonderful and concise write.

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  2. rallentandaDecember 2, 2018 at 3:36 AM

    Oh this is terribly sad. They are always with us especially at this time of year.

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  3. Mariette VandenMunckhof-VedderDecember 2, 2018 at 1:51 PM

    Dearest Helen,
    Guess such kind of sentiments hit us a lot harder when we start living indoors during fall/winter. It makes us also look inwards into our soul... and there they reside - forever!
    Hugs,
    Mariette

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  4. AnonymousDecember 8, 2018 at 11:34 AM

    Hi Helen! You are so gifted with words. How true and touching this is. Thank you so much for popping in to see me.
    Merry Christmas.
    Be a sweetie,
    Shelia :)

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I appreciate each of you and the comments you leave ~~ thanks so much.

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