“3 He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”
Psalm 147:3
New International Version
It’s not
The words
That matter
So much
In a moment
When all you
Ask for is
Their hug.
It’s the
Memories
That wrap
You like
A sweet embrace.
The colors
Once fading
Seem a little
More vibrant
As memories play
In your mind
Like the lyrics
Of your favorite
Song
Played on repeat!
The story
That each
Photo tells
A reminder
That as long
As we have
A piece of them
Lives on,
With every memory
Shared
Every story
Told.
Copyright Michelle R Kidwell
October.25.2024
About the Creator
Michelle Renee Kidwell
Abled does not mean enabled. Disabled does not mean less abled.” ― Khang Kijarro Nguyen
Fighting to end ableism, one, poem, story, article at a time. Will you join me?
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Comments (1)
Beautiful story Michelle - Well done!