The Bowl of Clavicles
Late last night, my stocky papa who smiled and made great Italian meals died
This morning my father’s steel face melted into my mother’s collarbone
Early this morning, my fierce father died quietly in his sleep
Moments later my mother’s tear-laden eyes poured into my collarbone
A sad piece of subtle strength and perseverance dedicated to this day of Memorial tribute.
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Hugs AM. The photograph exudes so much love.
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always love:)
thank you, VJ
hope all is well with you
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Oh my. I am so very sorry.
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thank you, Cindy
writing keeps the memories near – the bright as well as the teary
much like your gorgeous photos
am
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I’m so sorry.
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we hold memories both near and far
thank you
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We do.
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A beautiful (and sad – in the best way) piece for this day honoring memories. Thank you for sharing this, AM. 🤗 🇺🇸
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always honoring as is the way of us daughters
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