Eternity

He read the lips of leaves,
sang replies with croaking toads
and cricket song. His laughter
tickled the trees’ ribs
but lacy shadows laced his life.
Breath curled inside a fallen nest.
Spring pressed a bud in his palm
wove her arms around his heart
carried him inside her veins.
We pinned our sights beyond
our view, leaned into his ripe
and distant world.
— t. l. cummings
Image of Conor Cummings
A touching post. One must wonder would it be better to not have experience the pain to know the joy.? Joy fills the heart long after the pain is gone.
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He was worth it. You are right. 🎈
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I would take the pain to know the joy. I do take the pain to know the joy. They truly are worth it. Just that laugh. To know it. To remember it.
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Yes, that’s it exactly, Bethany.
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Beautiful, poignant poem… 💕
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Thank you, Betty.
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