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“Gratitude is when memory is stored in the heart and not in the mind.” Lionel Hampton
Then And Now I knelt under the washing line in meditation plucking sun burned weeds from cracks. Overhead the washing flicked, crisp, cracked in the breeze. Then I was running, through familiar grass with summer in my hair, and hope in my heart. Now I return, walking towards the day with autumn on my face, and hope ever in my heart. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
Sweet imagery.
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Very nice!
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I LOVE this one!! It made me feel happy and warm. (And there’s an aesthetically pleasing symmetry to it as well, like a a resolving chord in music.)
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Thank you so much Liz, much appreciated
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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Oh wow this is such a beautiful poem – made me teary
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Naw, how moving. Thank you.
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😊✨
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🙂
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Then, now… beautiful. “hope ever in my heart”, Love it. 🙂
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Many thanks Amy 🙂
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Heartfelt memories last forever and strengthen us in times of need. A small anchor to help center.
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