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reflecting on how fleeting is this life

with thoughts of they who have left
reaction's mixed

time
has made it seem alright
despite remembering
the anguish
of bereft
and realisation they'd write on my page
no more

I’ve intuition
they have found new light
acceptance has insidiously crept
into my existence
with setting suns

but sometimes
my innate beliefs take flight
excruciatingly expose regret

a deep 'I miss you'
hollow
in my chest

as I acknowledge
it is too late
to tell them
to know them I was blessed
.

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I cant offer you anything constructive for this poem its painfully sad its just my take

time
has made it seem alright
despite remembering
the anguish
of bereft
and realisation they'd write on my page
no more

I’ve intuition
they've found new light
acceptance has insidiously crept
into my existence
with setting suns

my favourite Stanza's

love n hugs JC xxx

("Always and Forever") - (Never lose a holy curiosity.-Albert Einstein)

for the very kind comment
love judd
xxx

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

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we run about in diapers..blink..then we're in school..blink...next comes marriage...blink...then the passing of friends and family...blink...until those remembered outnumber those known...blink...at last the hoped for reuniting on that other plane.
line 7...maybe berievement instead of bereft?...................stan

thanks for the read, comments and suggestion
- i prefer 'bereft' to 'bereavement' - one is an emotion the other a state ...

love judy
xxx

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

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