What Remains? Poem by Theresa Ann Moore
What Remains?
If I met you in the dark
Would I recognize your face?
I would feel your soft whisper
And your gentle embrace
If I heard your voice
Over the telephone wires
I would feel your affection
Hello, is all my love requires
When your life came to an end
Nothing tangible remained
I see your features in the faces
Of our children…ingrained
3/5/08
It is always amazing how there is something there to remind us x 10 Chris
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5/14/2024 12:10:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful and capturing poem Theresa! Thank you for sharing this loving write! *10*! Best regards! Friend Thad