#TinySpringPoem with Beth Kempton | Day 14
When I heard of her passing, I carefully unearthed pieces Of memories I tucked neatly, In deep corners of my being. Gently navigating my way, Through unvisited labyrinths With triggering staircases, Faded remnants of yesterday. Weaving through blurry details, Erased by seasons and pains, Objects that were just things, Treasures what they now contain.
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Love this.
So true. We imbue "things" with so much more power when they represent what we can't get back.