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A deep and resonating knot

abides deep within my gut.

I feel sick, a little lost

in some proverbial mud.


of grief, of powerlessness;

a tear just below the surface.


I buried me Mum and me Dad

and them and theirs before them.

But this feels different.


Time, they say, heals all wounds.

We all hope so.

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The Geezers said…
Been away for awhile, Tim. Sorry to hear about your friend. Your photography seems to be a way of coming to terms. It's very good work.
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