A version of our life together
sits in a frame
in our daughter’s room,
smiling back at her while she sleeps —
these two people
role playing a perfect scene
in some foreign Spanish film
whose protagonist
turned into the antagonist
in later years.
Tucking her in,
I stare at those two strangers,
the ghost of you
transparent
with the secrets of lifetimes
you participated
with so many others.
The interpretation of me
is of cellophane
covering rubbish.
That young woman has been buried
with the ex-composition of you
that so eloquently seems to smile
back from the glass,
encased in the lack of understanding
for her needs.
You haunt memories,
escaping the emotions
with your Houdini acts
that left only a version
of the apparition
we thought was you.
Moments with Millie 
Ringing with truth and beauty, helpful to me. Thanks Millie.
-Jennifer
Jennifer, we all have ghosts somewhere staring back at us. Sometimes they become the fuel needed to keep moving ahead. Thank you. Millie
How often do journeys ring familiar?! Tonight I feel a stronger kindred spirit. Thank you, Millie.
Thank you, Carrie!
You are to be thanked! Is this the writing hour?
I see you get up early as well. Yes, the Muse usually wakes me early an then I meditate and pray. If I am lucky I can get an hour or two more of sleep in the morning but that is rare. Morning is my favorite time. Everything is quiet.
As with me! Naps are this writer’s gift.
They are indeed. Have a beautiful day!!!
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Fabulous poem.
So true and so touching 🙂
Thanks so much. You are an incredible writer. I am enjoying your blog very much!
Aw thank you – that means a lot to me. I often have doubts about my ramblings and think people are just being polite 🙂
You are talented and that’s not being polite. It is the truth.
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