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Barb Clarke

Shadows On The Wall

Memories of my childhood
Visit more and more
Each day,
As ghosts of past relatives
Cast their shadows,
On the Wall.
The last chapter of my
Journey,
Is closing fast,
My life story
Passes,
Before my eyes
And I wonder:
Have I done enough?
Have I loved enough?
Have I lived my life well?

On this memorial day, thinking of my maternal grandfather who was a medic in WW1. May his soul be at peace.
5-2018

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