Memories pose no threat but tears, and might those serve me cleansing.
Families flow as do tears and strength is formed through both.
So, I’ll name it clarity rather than sentimentality as I pave uncharted territories. Photos, mementos and recollections, these my map
and treasure.
Let’s deck the halls this season,bravely,
both with old and new.
submitting at Jingle Poetry
hmm nice ending, pave with old and new, referring to memories I assume, real nice way of putting it :)
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I like that: clarity rather than sentimentality. And, indeed, it is our memories that help to make this time of year special...memories of the past and those we are creating. Victoria
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