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I woke up today, I went outside with my camera, I broke the threshold, And I entered a yard of memories, I saw a house, A house full of rooms, A house with shingles of thoughts, A house with rooms of memories, A house with windows of portraits, A house of past conversations, A house that is not just a house, But an awareness, A memory, A time, A place, A notion, There it stood, in the garden, Why I went outside, In the white snow, A solitary leaf, On a solitary stem, Green as green can be, Sticking thru the cordon of snow, I went to take a picture, And it didn’t work, Because I was still in a dream, Then I heard my mothers voice, Singing to me, “Steven, come inside.” I miss my mother, Her voice, Her laugh, Her smile, Then I realized, as I enter a solace, That my forever is her forever, She is the lone bright green leaf, Amongst the cordon of white snow, In front of the house, She is the vivid picture, A picture that lives in my mind, A snapshot with no negative, The only one, Her consciousness and soul no longer live in my reality, She lives in my mind, my dreams, and my thoughts, She will live as long as I do.
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May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 2:05 AM UTC
Solitary Green Leaf
I woke up today, I went outside with my camera, I broke the threshold, And I entered a yard of memories, I saw a house, A house full of rooms, A house with shingles of thoughts, A house with rooms of memories, A house with windows of portraits, A house of past conversations, A house that is not just a house, But an awareness, A memory, A time, A place, A notion, There it stood, in the garden, Why I went outside, In the white snow, A solitary leaf, On a solitary stem, Green as green can be, Sticking thru the cordon of snow, I went to take a picture, And it didn’t work, Because I was still in a dream, Then I heard my mothers voice, Singing to me, “Steven, come inside.” I miss my mother, Her voice, Her laugh, Her smile, Then I realized, as I enter a solace, That my forever is her forever, She is the lone bright green leaf, Amongst the cordon of white snow, In front of the house, She is the vivid picture, A picture that lives in my mind, A snapshot with no negative, The only one, Her consciousness and soul no longer live in my reality, She lives in my mind, my dreams, and my thoughts, She will live as long as I do.
This is about my departed Mother.
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May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 2:05 AM UTC
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