Photo by John McKaveney: The Orion Nebula.
All her life she asked
“Are we there yet?”
Always impatient to arrive
Excited by what was to come
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Now
Lying there
Waiting to draw her last breath
Her echoes float among the stars
“Are we there yet?”
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Photo from the family album
Reflecting on my sister, Priscilla, one year later
Posting a second poem for d’Verse Poets Pub Prompt, Out of this World.
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Roth Poetry 
A poignant poem Dwight
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Thank you Sadje.
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You’re welcome 😊
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‘Are we there yet’ ~~ takes on a totally different meaning here.
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Yes it does. I liked the twist of thought.
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Same question, different ends, each line charged with grief and desire, Dwight. May you be comforted, even as she is in reaching her eternal desire.
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Thank you very much, Dora.
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At the end of life’s long journey ❤
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Thank you very much!
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Twist of thought indeed…..and heartbreaking knowing the background story to this about your sister’s death. Sending hugs from Boston…..beautiful words here and such a beautiful interpretation of the photo as well.
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Thank you so much, Lillian. I appreciate your kind thoughts.
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What a beautiful way to remember your sis!!
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Thank you Jan. She was full of life!
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This poem about your sister is so poignant and a lovely tribute to her. You must miss her very much.
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It hits me now and then. Thank you very much!
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You’re welcome, Dwight.
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Alwas moving…. restless a wonderful way to remember.
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Thank you very much!
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Oh, this poem is heart-wrenching. It’s beautifully written and full of love.
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Thank you Liz. I am glad you connected with it.
I see you are getting socked with more snow again!
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You’re welcome, Dwight. Yes, it’s still snowing. A generator is powering my computer and internet at the moment (in addition to the refrigerator and furnace, of course).
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Wow!!!
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An eloquent and heartfelt poem. Wonderful photo, Dwight. I still miss all those I have lost. My sister emailed me today that our mother would be 100 if she were still here.
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Thank you Cheryl. It is hard to believe they are gone and time just keeps moving on. I appreciate your kind comments.
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❤ !!!
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Poignant and yet a beautiful tribute to your sister, Dwight.
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Thank you Eugi!
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You’re welcome, Dwight!
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Oh wow Dwight, this is so loving and heartwarming my friend. I think Priscilla is smiling at your words right now. I think if she were here, she’d be cheering on the many accomplishments that you continue to make and the many people you continue to touch. Love this! 🤗🙏🏼😊
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Thank you so much my friend. The picture when we were little says it all!
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Oh yes indeed it does! 🙏🏼
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:>)
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Sad and beautiful!
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Thank you.
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Dwight, I don’t often see you go sentimental, but the poignance of your poem has tears in my eyes. Cannot stand the thought of losing any of my sibs.
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Thank you so much, Lisa. It is difficult to lose a family member. At my age it seems to happen more frequently than I like.
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{{{HUGS}}}
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Beautiful, Dwight. 💞💞💞 What a blessing to have the faith to be asking “are we there yet?”
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Yes it is… Thank you Dawn.
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Beautiful share. I love her question – so full of excitement of what is still there.
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Thank you so much. I am glad you enjoyed this one.
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Love “Her echoes float among the stars”🙏🏻
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Thank you Melissa.
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