as i followed the silver mist
i could not understand it was her voice
and the voice of the others in their
cocktail dresses
lyrically they laughed in a quasi celestial choir
while they clinked their martini glasses
she accounted the times after the war
running barefoot through Spandauer Forst
and feeling the twigs between her toes
her eyes welled up recounting her Vaters joy
flicking her red hair back in a proud swoosh
she reached for the vodka bottle
Sinatra hung above their shoulders
and nodded me into my room
little green eyes fell unto the carpet
“ja Mutti” trembled out
i woke up to the pounding of first
responders on my neighbor’s heart
on the corner of 5th and Wall
This is superb in its tragedy.
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the picture flooded my mind with memories of my childhood so many stories inside of us all 🙂
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There are…and I love that there are now so many ways we can share them 🙂
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Quite the journey. Thanks for taking me along.
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thanks for reading Violet 🙂
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Very powerful my friend. Yes, and so many stories yet to tell. Thank you. ❤🌼
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thank you Jen yes definately so many more 🙂
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Yes. 🙂
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This is a really nice take on this prompt! ❤
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thank you, i was flooded by memories this morning it took about 8 minutes to write when i write like this it is cathartic 🙂
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