Our memories choose to retain the things that mean the most to us - to the child, those stones were worth keeping. You ask us to look inside ourselves with the truth of your comparison.
Provoke me to think and thank you! Love this. Yesterday my 6-year old grandsonoffered up a handful of pebbles, a "collection". A gift for me because, he said, I have all the beautiful things. Childhood perspective. Perfect.
This little bit expanded in my mind to a very great deal. A begining is often enough of an explanation.
ReplyDeleteI'm clearer when I use few words I guess. Happy you like it, Susan.
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Oh dear. Super powerful, Kenia. Well done. K. (Manicddaily)
ReplyDeleteFor me it would be scents ...even more fleeting, huh?
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely remarkable!! :D
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Wonderful. Glad to revisit. A good lesson for me in brevity and depth. K.
ReplyDeletesave your sounds... unusual thought but I can understand it. Deep as always
ReplyDeleteThis poem is a treasure! <3
ReplyDeleteI resonate with stones instead of pearls. And I love the saving of someone's sounds. Very cool.
ReplyDeleteOur memories choose to retain the things that mean the most to us - to the child, those stones were worth keeping. You ask us to look inside ourselves with the truth of your comparison.
ReplyDeletethis is nice; you hold me wordless. you lucky i can utter nice
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much love...
Wow, this says little and everything.
ReplyDeleteLove, love it..
ReplyDeleteI love the ending~
ReplyDeleteanother gem ~
ReplyDeleteProvoke me to think and thank you! Love this. Yesterday my 6-year old grandsonoffered up a handful of pebbles, a "collection". A gift for me because, he said, I have all the beautiful things. Childhood perspective. Perfect.
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