I keep you in a basket
at the foot of my bed
that I can grab quickly
in case of fire
or other emergency
you are tucked in among
the postcards from exotic places
fading photographs
handwritten letters
greeting cards signed with love
and other mementos
of my past
that I can’t bear to lose
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
Is it true? Can it be so?
That the most precious
Of memories are the ones
That carry though time
Both sides of the coin
The coin of love
Ecstasy on one
Devastation the other
Discovery and loss
Paradoxical and
Priceless
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Christine Ray – Forget you not
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Beautiful
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Thank you Melita!
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Sometimes, we feel, compelled, to hang on tight, to these things that made us into, who we are, we let them, define us completely…Losing sight, of who we truly are deep down…
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I am not generally one who lives in the past but as I age, I accumulate more losses and miss the touchstones/people who remind me of who I used to be more and more.
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I can so relate to this piece, Christine. The older we get, the fewer people there are left who ‘knew us when.’ Sometimes it seems like I know more people on the other side than I do here.
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