We weep no more for those we love and are gone,
How many tears were shed now the eyes are dry.
A last phone call, a morning kiss, a hand held briefly.
Memories as shadows in darkness always with us.
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Sometimes memories are treasures to remember our past..... Nice poem...excellent write
Yes memories are treasured items. I have a few of those. The past is the past but some things are worth keeping. Lovely poem, Sid. Now I want to see that NEW ONE. Come on, get those poetic juices flowing. Fran xxxx