Her memories were wrapped up
in the present.
The milestones of her life.
Happy times, happy faces!
And the bitter-sweet,
the sobs and sighs.
Then waiting and hoping;
futile as it turned out.
Try. Open the box.
Look inside!
Oh, but it is empty.
Not even dust.
The memories, just ether,
Her mind, a void.
From a prompt by Hélène Vaillant of Willow Poetry: What do you see May 28, 2019
luna's on line 
A beautiful poem Chris. Thank you for joining the challenge.
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Thanks Hélène. I’m looking forward to browsing through the other entries for this one.
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Each one is special. Thank you Chris.
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Most definitely!
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The beauty of art is that it allows for as many interpretations as there are people…
What an eloquent expression of the effects of memory loss from the ravages of dementia/ Alzheimer’s.
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It’s always interesting to see what each of us takes from the prompts!
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Love your poem!
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Thank you Susan!
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This is so powerfully written! Gut-wrenching how you’ve expressed memory loss so vividly.
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Thanks Tom!
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Very deep and profound.
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Thanks Sadje!
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You’re welcome Chris.
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Oo this packs a punch. Very moving.
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Thanks Ellie. I’m still not quite sure those words came from. It’s not at all what I originally intended to write. Strange.
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Wonderful poem
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Thanks Luisa!
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🌹
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So close to many around me, the pain is real, wonderfully written.
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Thank you, Paul 🙂
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My pleasure Chris
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Oh how bittersweet! Beautifully written, my friend. xxxx
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Why, thank you so much 🙂
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