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buried treasure
they say …
you cant take it with you
but you took so many little jewels
when you left -
your smile
your pure, unqualified love
your creativity and expression
your engaging mind
your kindness, your empathy
and your extraordinarily limitless patience …
but what I miss the most is
our talks …
about anything and nothing
and everything …
there was ne’er a doubt my heart was yours
and yours, of course, was mine
the truly ironic thing is
that we conversed SO much -
for many hours on end
when not a single, solitary word …
was ever needed.
I miss you, Mom ... like a clown misses tears.
Copyright © 2025 Gregory Richard Barden
( photographic art taken by my sister Terrilynn Dubreuil and filtered copyright-free by the author at Prisma )
Copyright ©
Gregory Richard Barden
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