for my Twin Sister, Mary
until new thoughts, equally dear,
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until new thoughts, equally dear, crowd them out. Or so it seems. dwell bereft in loss upon loss. scaled down to dimensions even a child can grasp. And you can laugh or cry or both, because real things - trees, - - - - - - - A poignant poem about loss and our memories associated with the loss.
The delight memories give is always accompanied by nostalgic ache. A profound poem that says a lot in a few words.