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Keys

Old keys tell of forgotten keyholes

Their intricate beauty beguiling

Speaking of secrets yet to be found

I have one such small key

Matching keyhole found in my mother’s old cottage

It gave me the name of my missing father

Would that I could find him

The stories, the secrets he could tell

To fill the empty spaces in my mind

Where he should be…

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5 responses to “Keys…”

  1. Evocative.
    The poem itself is a key, opening a doorway into senses of loss, musings, poignancy and painful beauties.

    1. Thank you so much…

      1. 🌺 🌸 🌼 🌻 🌞

  2. Beautiful, with subtle power.

    1. Thank you…

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