My memories of you have become frayed. Tattered and worn around the edges from endless usage. They are not as crisp and sharp as they were yesterday but still just as precious. Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson *Photo is of my Mother when she was a teen. **My friend, Chuck at The Reluctant Poet used the words "Frayed Memories" in something recently and I was inspired to write this poem. I hope you enjoyed.
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What a precious photo and beautiful poem to match.
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Thank you! ❤
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Beautiful, Penny. ❤️
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Thank you!!
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