Memories
are made, not with wishes,
but by moments lived, understood.
Let those moments pass untouched
and you will never know them.
Let no one say you can’t take it with you.
Once experienced, those memories are yours.
This poem is my response to Poetics: The Proverbial, the prompt from Merril at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which asks us to incorporate a proverb into a poem.
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So true!
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Thank you.
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My pleasure.
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Mine, all mine … to have and to hold as long as I’m alive. Great write.
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Thank you, Helen.
Hold them as long as you can!
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Indeed, sometimes all we have or need. (K)
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Replacements. Impossible to replace.
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Those memories are what keep us going!! 💝💝
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Indeed.
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That’s so true. And I think you always have them somewhere deep inside. Even those with dementia respond to a song or some taste or sight.
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Our one true connection.
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Very true!!
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🙂 Thank you.
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