Wednesday, December 23, 2020

The Constant in Uncertainty

 June 1, 1980

NOTHING IS THE SAME

Rain on the roof is different now.
Sunset lacks its rosy hue.
Evening stars flicker and fade
Yet the wind still wails for you.

from the book, Daydreams, by Alice Franzen Clemons Burt

2 comments:

  1. I know that they are here, just out of sight and sound. I want to see him, feel him, hear him--this is where memory of his pain is a gift. Knowing he is free of It tempers my own pain of this less. Yes, it's all different. Hugs to you.

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  2. I've been missing my brother today. Hugs to you.

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