Memories

“Oh,
just one last look, dear,
another glimpse?
Fifty years of memories come and gone
Today
…it ends.”

Wife sniffles into her tissue.

“Our home. All of this.
Stupid bankruptcy.”

Husband wipes her crying eyes
with tired hands
fighting his own tears
with hopeful smiles

“We'll never forget our memories here.
They'll join the next
from all our new adventures
to come.

                      we’ll be okay…”

He whispers, holding her close.

“We'll be okay.”
written by kirsten curcio
written by kirsten curcio

Kirsten is a mother and wife. She has driven through the Smoky Mountains twice, survived a hurricane, loves nature, travelling, photography and art.

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