once lovable, a warm fuzzy teddy bear, a photo,
a rug soft on the feet, screens to keep out mosquitos
on a warm summer night.
Gone.
In an instant, saturated, each fiber filled with
mud, destroyed.
We hold the memories in our heads, of small
children smiling into a camera at maman,
graduation, grandmother in Switzerland, there are
no more images on paper, silver granules on white,
only an image burned in our memories.
there will be new soft teddies for a new baby,
we keep going, piling the ruined on top of ruined
there will be new, there will be happiness,
we are grateful for what we have.
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