Jewel


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Now it is just long gone memories where we walk together, still close, feeling those moments nearby again. As we speak, the recapture, bringing present the feelings shared in a time of love and family. The falling into each other and the brave actions of daring to create, to take on labels that we each feared had forsaken us from the past. To love was to move outside, to step into something beyond the confines of our own mistrust and give. There was much there, in spite of youth, so much depth and connection. Much was formed, both in me and around us. The union spawned beauty and burned brightly.

And for this I give thanks. Searching the catacombs of the past, all is now just treasure. This will be kept, like an Emperor’s jewel, in the museum of my mind.

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4 thoughts on “Jewel

    1. Ah, this is very interesting. So you felt this was poetry? I love it. It was actually a tiny tribute to my second ex-husband and my life with him that included his brother and sister who lived with us and who I loved (love) very much. He and I are in touch here and there via text and Instagram, but his sis and I are very close still. I’ve known her since she was a kid. xo

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