Sticks in pots.
Smalling inside herself she forgets that she can't remember and asks again to little point, her name is a place in France and while she searches for things that no longer exist her son plots her...
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i work with a population that searches for fathers and asks after long dead sisters, but unable to recall the breakfast eaten an hour earlier. This poem, for me, is especially meaningful. Its close so...
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Kind thanks Zoe, for the read and kind comment, good to see another cyberface in this place, was talking to myself for a while there lol.... ty again... BG
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Hello Bren, Were you writing about me in this one? LOL I enjoyed it as far as I could understand it. hehe Hugs! Silvia
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I liked this from the opening line... came to post a poem about aging/dealing with elder parents & amazing that this is the first thing i read. still drawn to flowers, her memory tends as she...
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