Traditions, customs hold there’s a time of grieving
then…time to move on. Commercials wander
across the screen… evoking tremulous memories.
The woman never knows what will spark the remember mode,
things forgotten, return. Who truly perceives
the architecture of minds- the city of love? How to separate the warm memories that make her smile from the ones that bring on a torrent of tears? Even nine years later, this widow has no answers except to continue living and loving.
linking for the first time with
Magical Mystical Teacher's
“Life happens too fast for you ever to think about it.
If you could just persuade people of this,
but they insist on amassing information.”