Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Memory Fades


Remembering Mrs. W.
She always carried her cutting shears.
She loved her garden.
She was such a lady, always kind.
I don't think she knew my name.
I will forever remember hers,
though memories fade.

5 comments:

  1. LauraNovember 24, 2009 at 8:39 AM

    utterly besotted with this... so moving and beautiful.

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  2. holly aka gollyNovember 24, 2009 at 10:11 AM

    Thank you Laura! Sometimes looking at the fragments is better than the whole. Isn't that what happens anyway? We remember the little details and the bigger picture ceases to exist.

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  3. LauraNovember 24, 2009 at 12:13 PM

    yes, that is exactly what happens....

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  4. caroline/oh chalet!November 24, 2009 at 2:50 PM

    this is really wonderful. i just love it, the mood, the colors, & everything. nice work! hope you have a nice thanksgiving, holly!

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  5. holly aka gollyNovember 24, 2009 at 5:32 PM

    Thank you Caroline! Happy Thanksgiving to you too!

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