I hear the whispers of my ancestors
They are with me today
Gathered ‘round in comfort
Bringing tears and memories
And longing for the days we shared
They let me know their presence
With random memories
Their signature noises in some recall button
I did not press
Their photos tucked away for special keeping
Ask me to bring them out
To help me feel them stronger; closer
To help me remember them
To love them today
They’re here
Called by their watches and photos and furniture
And trinkets
Called by my memories and I miss yous,
My heart
Here they are
Sweet memories.
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