Your poem intersected with my heart at just the right moment. My husband, married 40 years, died in April. In my house there are the official knick knacks of special moments in our lives. But since his death they have been joined by unofficial treasures: the tools he used to build the staircase, the jar of guitar picks, the mechanical lead pencil for writing in the checkbook ledger. All of them precious, all of them treasured, all of them hard to let go.
Thank you for the love your poem gave to me.
Your poem intersected with my heart at just the right moment. My husband, married 40 years, died in April. In my house there are the official knick knacks of special moments in our lives. But since his death they have been joined by unofficial treasures: the tools he used to build the staircase, the jar of guitar picks, the mechanical lead pencil for writing in the checkbook ledger. All of them precious, all of them treasured, all of them hard to let go.
Thank you for the love your poem gave to me.
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love it when new words appear!