Rhythm In Life

shaft-2086978_1920Mama was laid in one;

I remember like it was yesterday

A lifeless โ€œposeโ€of her shell

Auntie, grandpa and grandma did too

โ€œTheyโ€ left in that pine box;

The box that claimed to be the โ€œheroโ€

carrying the โ€œshellsโ€ once pampered

Shells of my heroes

Shells of my memories

Shells that loved me

Shells that nurtured me

Shells of the strong and brave

I know that I hate it!

That pine boxโ€ฆ

But, I know I have mine somewhere

To carry my shell

Not my soul



By Susan McMillan

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