It's not the loss, it's the memory

It's not the loss, it's the memory,

It's not the tears, oh it's the dreams,

It's not desperation of  missing them, 

I guess it's all about the mess I'm in.

It's not the emptiness I'm living with,

The days, months, years, stretch out

and so do I.
In my heart I hold something so lovely,

It's not the loss, it's the memory.

It's not the babies growing up in pain,

Cause momma passed; no one's to blame.

It's the full heart that's beating to reality,

It's not the loss, it's the memory.

It's not the ring lying in the drawer,

Just the thought there could be so much more,

so come on down the road with me.

It's not the loss, it's the memory.

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in honor of the memories, in hope for the future 
for a very dear friend ...

Haiku - Roses

two dates spaced with dash

beginning, ending, between

petals remind us

strongest craving and other exams

what is the strongest craving you get?
**moments, early, pre-dawn, as the cobwebs leave the slumbering conscious presence satisfied by faith alone, desiring to belong the body rises, reminders of the individual’s chosen nature, inherent to existence, longings pondered, bring belongings defined

how do you release frustration?
**music, the muse of the gods themselves

what is your wish for today?
**to give memories, however small, that refresh recollections ask someone to share a memory, to be soft – sweet – shaped – spent - AMEN

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reclaimed from a comment I made here
back in April of 2008

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Jack's super pics.

to bless memory

Memories past, current and those to be - can and
should be cultivated, treasured, revered for
the prizes they are, and secondly for the
value they bring to life. The harvest of memory
brings intrinsic wealth to every age,
for there is much recorded there.

Memory is the "every person" of life, there
may be pain, panic, remorse, shame, there
may be joy, laughter, satisfaction,
memory crowns individualism and honors every
joining that has been shaken off or
embraced throughout life.

I named memory a healing grace when I heard
my own father say, "Smelling that recipe, brings
back sixty years of memories."

May memory's providential nature bring
every gift its just reward and offer healing
for the difficulties, for there is nothing as it truly is except
the memory of it says so.
So, as days lengthen and sunset
draws near, may memory be the annuity that pays
the greatest dividends of life's
hope, dream and passion.