celebrating stories and those who weave them
Lovely. Some of those shadows will stay with you always. Perhaps in the set of your mouth, the tilt of your chin, the way you use your hands when talking.
Wonderful imagery! Reminded me of a line in one of Amy King's poems "Dear Shadow, when did I become that person?" (Hugs)Indigo
Beautiful haiku. Nobody writes them better than you. They say you can't be a really good writer until you've experienced loss and heartbreak. But it's a helluva way to get there, isn't it?
Thank you, Michael!Bish: You are so right. Today I looked down at my foot in a sock and saw my mother's foot. Since she wasn't walking these last months, she was always in socks. Shadows.Indigo: Oh, that sounds like a poem I'd love. I'll have to check her out.Yvonne: Thank you, sweetie, for the compliment. And, yes, the price we pay for authenticity is dear.
Those shadows linger a long time. I'm so glad :)
Jemi & Susan: thank you!
Beautiful.In photography, it's the photos that make the most of light and shadows that we appreciate, for their depth, their beauty. I think it applies in life, too. All my best to you.
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