when gathering
for granddad’s funeral
no one’s vehicle tires turned into the yard similarly.
even gravel sounded different as folks drove in and chose a place to park.
the earth where his brown Ford pickup had been parked for nearly 70 years
– until Uncle drove it away –
had grass growing again,
but had for nearly fifteen years, I suppose.
I wonder if I’m the only one
who noticed. I never asked.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Poignantly beautiful, Audrey. ❤
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Thanks for saying so ♡
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So poignant. Matters of the heart tend to let us see the invisible.
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If only we spoke from the heart more, and better yet it was received or accepted. What a world we’d have, G.W. ♡
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So true, Audrey Dawn. Sounds a bit like heaven!
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Really does!
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It wouldn’t surprise me if you were the only one to notice. You see things differently than most people, and we benefit when you share with us, the thoughts those sights inspire.
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My cup runneth over. What a sweet comment. You’re the best. Sigh.
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Writers see what usually goes unseen….when I read those lines on sound and grass, felt something light slowly descending within…. there’s so much more in this world than the usual materialistic running around!
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Thank you for your lovely comment. Grateful for your insight.
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Grateful to you indeed. Thank you.
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Of course, you are the only one who notices. You are a poet.
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*Smiling* Yay! I am, I am a poet – poetess, even. ♡
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😊
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