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A Fairy Christmas
A chilly breeze, the mistletoe sways. A brush of wings… Fairies may have passed your way. A glitter dusting, a playfu...
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Jesus came between us a few days ago. I sit and watch you brood – about what? I guess... I will never know. It has always...
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My parents were bitten by the collecting bug. Searching for the next thrilling treasure. Most with musty smells and sticking ... -
Her panic arrived Like a sudden summer rain Drenching decisions Photo: Josiel Miranda from Pexels. For the Muse #53...
Oh tbis is so sweet and so full of longing. Anytbing made by our mothers is always so special.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Toni.
DeleteMemory is a powerful and strange thing! I absolutely love this Vicki! The questions in this adds a powerful touch! Wistful and beautiful!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Carrie.
DeleteI don't know why, but I have memories like that, too. Something must have been special about the moment, to be indelible that way, whether we realize what it was, or not.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Shay.
DeleteI feel that this would be a scene of great comfort, something that would remain as a gateway, perhaps? It's a lovely evocation.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Chrissa.
DeleteIt is a wonder how certain moments put us in a state of nostalgia and longing. Very nice write.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Regina.
DeleteMy memories are usually small moments that do not seem momentous, but I must remember them for a good reason. This is a warm poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sara.
DeleteIts remarkable how memory works and how yhing long past can be rekindled. Beautiful poem, Vicki
ReplyDeleteThank you, Eddie.
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