Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Memory marks

Some of my loved ones think of me when they see a beautiful sunset,
Some think of me when they see a postcard,
Others smile when they see Frida Kahlo and remember my deep appreciation,
There are some that see the waves and they call me to say hi.

It makes me happy. To think I can be present in the lives of those I love, without being there all the time.

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