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apart from everything she was
tis more she sits for dinner –
and stays with me
beyond the early show
sweaters born
the scent of moths –
and gems beyond the sparkle
combs that never knew
awaited there
along a stretch of cypress
polished by a wish –
and caught up in the magic
of her eyes –
a fleeting smile
a flash of grace
before the twilight faded
and trapped as she
within the mirrored glass
memories
much more than most –
crystal jars and perfume
shaded now
by aging faded grey
perfect pearls untangled
by the loss of one
the other
and wrapped beneath a net
of window’s wear
decades since we noticed
her words were almost gone
ink displaced by tears
and linen worn
a tragedy of letting be
the music of her voice –
so very few
are left to know
her song
cedar boxes
and old shiftrobes –
blankets more than winter
left beside the hopes
of yesterday
powdered white
the morning comes –
in traces of gardenia
brushed to gold
the weaver’s paradise
tornadoday 
Felt my Grams hand on my shoulder as I read this…, Loved it, Bobbie.
xo
Thank you so much. I’m really glad you enjoyed this. 😉 Welcome, Gayle……. ~ Love, Bobbie
lovingly told…tender memory love to you, Linda
Thank you, Linda. When I came across this picture, the memories just poured out………actually far more than could fit within the confines of one poem. And so I let them (I know you understand)…… Thank you so much! ~ Forever, Bobbie
So many surprises and delights in this poem — I love the line “morning comes in traces of gardenia”. Love, Dee
I do too………..and when I close my eyes, I am there…….. You humble me, Dee, and I am indebted to your grace. Thank you. ~ Love, Bobbie
A memory that will always remain timeless, and will provide the nourishment of a tender kiss to your heart…it never goes aways…a darling write Bobbie, simply so very darling!
Nor should it go away. There are those that would argue that the past is best left to the past……and yet, God gave us memory for a reason – so that we keep what is best and tell what is best – so that those beyond our days may know the stories that created ours. Thank you, Wendell. ~ Much best always, Bobbie