Saturday, September 3, 2011


Tears of memory
Slide down my heart
Like the chilled, wet, mineral
Drops that slide down cave walls.

Does loss calcify our hearts
So that as we grow older,
They become brittle,
Or hard as rock,
Or a crystalline loveliness?

My stepdad's mother passed away Thursday night.  She and I weren't particularly close, but she was always sweet to me when I was growing up.  I know she was ready to move on, but it's still making me a little sad to think that she's gone.

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