Kevin Michael Davis, our son, has been gone for nine years. He took this photo while visiting us while we lived in Continental Divide, NM. We wish we could walk through these doors and see him for at least one more time.
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How powerful and touching. I am so sorry for the loss of your son, Kevin. He remains in your heart forever.
We love your words. Ethel .Thank you.
you are so very welcome
IRREPRESSIBLE
A light extinguished
Need only be rekindled
To shine forth once more
Such a lovely poem. Ethel. Thank you.
Thank you, Ethel. I had it inscribed on Margaret’s gravestone.
These words are a beautiful tribute to Margaret. Ethel
Oh! I do understand that need. Hugs.
We do need these. Thank you. Ethel
This may be one of the most beautiful pictures I,ve ever seen. A photograph of pure unmediated reality. .It leaves you gasping, frugal and alone. Tom and Ethel, I wish, I wish…. well, I just wish.
I’ve taken the liberty of putting this picture on my blog, if you don’t want it there just let- me know,
O ExtraSimile, we would never deny you much of anything. You are a great poet and great friend.