Keepsakes

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If you are stamped by life—you will never fly. Keep hold of your dreams – life may be bleak. My mom looked up and said, "Who are you, hey?" I said, "This is my wife and your grandkid's streak." Her mind was bare after nine years of care and fear. Where her memory is gone, loved yet torn by tears. It ended, the harm was huge, and keepsakes now appear. Celt's gold box with all my gems for kindred souls. Entangled where angels stand proud on their poles. Divine trust across the earth, and a shiny void rolls. Only a dwarf hiatus till our next rendezvous sway. Colors tumble in waves, the withering roses sleek Approaching divine truths etched in dram sphere. Put them away; keepsakes last, not grief or roles. Written: March 11, 2023 ( Not for the contest )

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Sara Kendrick

Date: 3/14/2023 3:07:00 AM

Ohhhh!! Sad one. My mother developed organic brain disease which is a dementia very similar to Alzheimer's Disease which showed up very late in life. She lived to be 96 years and 11 months old. The last years were a state of confusion. Thanks for sharing this one and for dropping by my page with congratulations. Sara

Valsa George

Date: 3/12/2023 9:59:00 PM

I feel so sorry to know that your mother suffered from Alzheimers relatively at a young age. So you must have suffered much ! Now what remains are the keepsakes. But however bleak life is, try to fly ! Great message.... You could have entered this in the contest. I couldn't, as I was away from home for a day.