Saturday, January 28, 2006


It is more than a hole in our lives,
it is a seive of sorrows where a thousand moments, memories, actions
suddenly sting with the new knowledge
that things will never be the same.

And yet, in the heightened rawness
of sensitivity we find new evidences that a life
can never fully end.

A gesture inherited; a look;
a figure of speech; attitudes, outlook -
and values that run like blood in the veins of personality
to keep you alive for generations
yet to come.

(c) A McN


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