Here I will focus the writing on poetry and commentary.

Oh, memory is frequently told.

That of a person finding peace.

Seldom in the moment.

More the afterward.

No fanfare leads the ceremony.

Rather some just storytellers.

A life is lived with a sigh.

Life is loved with peace of mind.

Always there seems a candle

flickers as night drifts away.

It’s when the story is told

as a silent recall of memories

ahead, times that have meaning.

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