My first eighteen years ~
we enjoyed picnics
backyard fun,
family celebrations and holidays.
Cacophonies of raucous laughter and glee.
Hiatus years, different byways ~
address books with edit over edit.
Catch-up Christmas times
marked by postage-due,
aging faces afloat in photo cards.
Reunions of late, any time of year ~
increase in frequency.
Convene in funeral homes,
adjourn with casseroles
served over memories.
Still shadows walk beside me ~
aunts, uncles, cousins.
Will I be the last?
Sole survivor of happy clan,
left to sit with photo albums,
colors fading beyond the years.
Motivated by Misky’s Twiglet prompt, “still shadows.” A twiglet is a short phrase meant to motivate thoughts. Photos from many many years ago when we often gathered with aunts and uncles and cousins – we had so much fun together in those days when the entire family lived nearby. Now, sadly, all the aunts and uncles, my folks and brother, and some of my cousins, have passed on from this life. Others live far from me. Family is always dear — no matter how far and no matter if earthly or not.
lillian the home poet 
Brava.. 🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
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Thank you!
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This poem has this nostalgic beauty to it, but like always, I also admire its structure. It’s brilliant.
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Thank you so very much!! It is always special to see you visit and I so appreciate your kind readings of my posts.
Happy 2018 to you!
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You’re very welcome. And I reckon you’ve heard of me, or read my work, judging by the comment! I hope what you’ve heard or read is good, considering my writing is sometimes controversial. And here’s wishing you a happy 2018 Lillian.
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A life’s journey well written. ❤
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“A life’s journey” . . . Very perceptive comment!!
Stay warm! ❄☃️
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