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of knowing
this familiar come
the scent of almost gone
tracks across
the snow –
my yesterdays
are laced in mud –
souvenirs
of every dream restarted
the path to home
with hands to hold
– always
where
was I forgotten –
the feel of woolen sleeves
woodsmoke
curled
around my heart
just so
cedar fills
an ancient need –
stirring words to will
leaves are opened
letters
letting go
. . .
tornadoday 
“The scent of almost gone” pervades, and perhaps never goes away, for a word, a leaf, a touch bring the memories back again. Love the scent of the words in this poem, Bobbie, as “the scent of cedar that fills an ancient need”. Love, Dee
This is so very special, Bobbie. When I read it I can see you…, hear you.
~Always~ Paul
I immediately see, picture a fireside… a bonfire of memories ~ Genius ! xx Debbie
Madame, I am filled with sighs…
My heart no longer mine.
e