#The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 481 ~ #Poetry

Wordle 481

We cannot call those back from their long sleep
No power, no progress
There is no act that can return the soul
Family passing, the joy they gave
Can only be remembered
The empty space in the team
Hollow footsteps can be heard
We may owe them a prayer once in a while
As their passing has left a space that cannot be filled
In remembrance, we speak them larger than life
Our memory of them grows like Chinese whispers
Years may pass with no words spoken of them
they never leave, like a popup book
they are back in mind
like the rural dance of the countryside
our thoughts of them stretch on for miles…

©anitadawes 2020

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