unread mysteries all of us
by Elouise
In honor of my father who died in 2010, and was born on this date in 1913–103 years ago. I’d forgotten about this poem. I wouldn’t change one word of it today.
unread mysteries all of us,
tantalizing and elusive
Several days ago I read a beautiful, evocative poem
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Telling the Truth 
Beautiful 🙂 {{{hugs}}}
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Thank you, dear Morgan!
Elouise
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I liked it before and I like it now. Parents are a tough nut to crack indeed…and I learn as I grow older and see more (yet say less) I know why I have turned out so unlike them in many ways internally….I think this is great that you have created that poem, and that it still is in your heart and mind on this day. I bet you live to be 105 at least…good genes 🙂 me, I’d be happy with living forever….or perhaps not…..although I bet I could eat whatever I wanted then 🙂
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Wouldn’t it be nice to eat whatever we want? I agree with your thoughts about parents–including how you’ve turned out to be different on the inside. Thanks for liking it before and now! Double cheers!! 🙂 🙂
Elouise
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