You tap into the soul of objects and through your words reveal the memories they keep. The meter and rhyme scheme has a rhythm that's reflective and makes you feel the weight in every word and every memory.
I like the way that it guides us from those objects through the memories and thoughts of those lost, to a resolution to push on and move into the day, into life.
Thanks, Gary! I stumble through it at times, others it’s a bit easier. I think it’s important to honor their memories while still living, hope that translates for others having their own struggles 💜
This really resonated with me—the way you move through memory, holding onto both the sweetness and the weight of the past. I love how tangible everything feels: the shaving cup, the sweater, the photos… it’s like you’re letting us touch these fragments of life and loss with you. I especially felt the quiet courage in the ending, the gentle step back into the present after such deep remembering. Thank you for sharing such a tender, lived moment.
Thank you for receiving it with such warmth. Quiet moments, big shifts. I’ll actually pull out that box again one day. For now it’s enough to know it’s there. 💜
There’s something sacred in how you can sit with memories, let them breathe across your bed, and still choose to rise into the day. I feel that tension the pull of the past and the push of the present and you captured it beautifully. Thank you for letting us in, even just through words.✨
Beautiful poetry Liora.
You tap into the soul of objects and through your words reveal the memories they keep. The meter and rhyme scheme has a rhythm that's reflective and makes you feel the weight in every word and every memory.
That's really wonderful praise from a wonderful poet, Carlos. Thank you so much, my friend, for all that you do!
I like the way that it guides us from those objects through the memories and thoughts of those lost, to a resolution to push on and move into the day, into life.
Very good stuff, indeed.
Thanks, Gary! I stumble through it at times, others it’s a bit easier. I think it’s important to honor their memories while still living, hope that translates for others having their own struggles 💜
This really resonated with me—the way you move through memory, holding onto both the sweetness and the weight of the past. I love how tangible everything feels: the shaving cup, the sweater, the photos… it’s like you’re letting us touch these fragments of life and loss with you. I especially felt the quiet courage in the ending, the gentle step back into the present after such deep remembering. Thank you for sharing such a tender, lived moment.
Thank you for receiving it with such warmth. Quiet moments, big shifts. I’ll actually pull out that box again one day. For now it’s enough to know it’s there. 💜
There’s something sacred in how you can sit with memories, let them breathe across your bed, and still choose to rise into the day. I feel that tension the pull of the past and the push of the present and you captured it beautifully. Thank you for letting us in, even just through words.✨
Thanks, Outta. Your encouragement means more than I can say. Thanks for being such a precious friend to me.💜
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Always beautiful ❤️