I Keep Finding Bits of You
I keep finding bits of you
buried in boxes
I rummage through in the cellar
looking for an old cookbook
interrupted by dusty albums
full of your face
your laughter
I see bits of you in our daughter
her eyes
her gentle smile
all these years you keep showing up
revealing bits of you
in our grandchildren
in a look
a silly joke
posing in front of the camera
with mischief
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