I am braiding the remnants of
our almost 60 years together
the lion’s share of our days
on earth - our sweet duet
Some memories fade as age takes hold
some, stay bright as that day first told
some, thin strings, weave in and out
barely an echo hovering beyond
refusing to be conjured up
Each day I braid another row and
wrap them round and round to
tie the rug on which I dance
anchored by the echoes of
~ Our Song ~
JoMae
7/7/21
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