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| photo courtesy of Magpie Tales |
Empty of meat
You say you are a shell
No life within
But I see your fragile beauty
I know you are leaving
I see you grow smaller each day
You long to return to the sea
When you are gone
What will I have of you?
Memories
are slippery things
Silvery minnows
that dart away
When you try to hold them in your hands
If a shell is all that you leave behind
Then I will treasure the shell
6 comments:
Both poems on the shell were fantastic, really liked, the memories are slippery things...it gave me images of me holding onto my parents things after they died, things that I treasured because it reminded me of them.
Wow, this poem has an impact. Wonderfully written!
yeah, sometimes...even if just a shell...
Treasure those memories, but toss the shell back into the sea. Find a new creature to love that isn't so slippery. The memories will last better... :)
If a shell is all that you leave behind
Then I will treasure the shell...
...dig these lines...touching piece of writing.
Aww... that was soooo beautiful, my dear friend..and true to the core!!
Memories can be really tricky indeed... and sometimes, all we have to hold on to are just the shells... but we shall definitely cherish and preserve those, come what may!
xoxo
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