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About This Poem
Echoes from the Past
All their whispers transcend through the centuries.
As they echo at night in my dreams.
I can hear as they sigh when they call me.
Like the ripples of soft flowing streams.
They beseech me to always remember.
All the struggles of so long ago.
Although aeons have passed since they perished.
Gifts of knowledge they seek to bestow.
In my dreams I am reincarnated.
Hand-in-hand as we laugh and we play.
I’m not sure if they're real or imagined.
I just know that they taught me to pray.
Very clear I can see them before me.
Then they smile as they fade in my sleep.
In my mind I hold on to their memories.
In my heart they all dwell in the deep.
By Samia Ali Arroyo
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