Departed

.

We remember them

they live on in our stories

after we are gone

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by Scooj

Stories

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An old lady speaks

telling stories of her life

we sit and listen

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by Scooj

Remembering

.

Tales from her childhood

an old woman remembers

no longer lonely

.

by Scooj

Ordinary life

.

So many stories

trapped deep in my mind, unshared

together we die

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by Scooj

Prompted by a recent preoccupation of mine which is to write down some of the stories and memories I have in a short essay form. Time I fear is my enemy.

QT

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With a cup of tea

you and I shared our stories

perfect company

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by Scooj