Mary Harriet Comments
An empty room, an empty chair.
Recall to me the occupant
although she is no longer there.
In my minds eyes I see my aunt.
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There are so manay things I wish I could have asked my Mother or Father, but somehow at the time they don't seem important. And now......! ! ! ! ! Sad really. I liked this one lots. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
Hi Ivor! A special Aunt, i'm sure she must have shared most of the secrets of the past with you! (10) ! Thad
Ivor: Always a pleasure to see you write, down to earth pen! Sorry to hear about your Aunt Peace Matt
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1/20/2026 2:31:04 AM # 1.0.0
Hi ivor, What an interesting, fantastic, poem. I can see your Aunt sitting in her chair, whispering secrets to you. Exceptional poetry......glorious read.....