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Snowing up north
Snowing up north Enter now, O bird on the green branch of the dying tree, singing Sing me toward home; Toward the deep past and inalienable loss: Toward the gone stranger carrying my In the possible future —Thomas McGrath, "Part One", Letter an Imaginary Friend Snowing up north Started February 2nd, 2021 They say is snowing up north And I am back walking over the roads I grew up on the crunch of the snow sings me home past the fields waiting spring planting fence lines stretching off into the horizon across the front yard always needing mowing now winter gives reprieve up the front steps mother's pansies growing riotously ghosts from summers past my fingers brush the doorbell cats never learned to ring now forever silent I open the front door and go into my memories stepping on the black slate entryway I wonder if his coat is already in the closet or if everyone is waiting for him to get home in the kitchen the table is set the tea ready this is the time everything will be properly arranged each talisman in the proper place so the ghosts live here will finally have the longed for peaceful night all of us keeping company in these memories that sing us home. |
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Childhoods can be complicated. It wasn't all bad, but I usually wish it would stay in the past. Then something reminds me, and I find memories I hadn't thought about since I left that home so long ago, like that black slate entryway.
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Its winter
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2/6/2021 8:19 am |
Wish I was there with youup north
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We all have memories hiden away Some good some bad The ones you love most come back Over and over What trigger the memory one has hiden so long A smell A sound A Song Even a dream The mine is a computer storing everything You seen You tasted You learned You spoke There are some you didn't forget Till someone something triggers your memory Then There are time you just bye yourself Memory just a peer and you wonder why. We only can have memories, we can go back for they are done and gone. For each day we live more memories are made It's up to you what kind of memories do you make.
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you brought me back to where i grew up . thank you this is wonderful
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I agree with 69ereatwetpussy's statement, it can be many things that trigger a memory for us be it a good or bad one. From the snowy state of Michigan - stay safe, stay warm, stay positive but test negative.
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