Suitcase
Like a worn suitcase
so stretched from countless trips back and forth
between the scattered parts of my life
that there is always room for one garment more,
I close around your memory.
Tomorrow I will take you out
and fold you like an old comfortable shirt
over my shoulders.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
It’s so good to read your thoughts after a long gap. Glad to be back. https://soulnspiritblog.com/2016/04/14/wheres-the-soul-and-spirit/
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I like the poem and the thoughts expressed.
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Brief and delightful 🙂
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An advantage to have a brief one now and then, huh, Jacque? You and I can both write some long ones.
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True 🙂
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So much symbolism in that word and the concept. The bag into which our stuff goes, that we take with us. That we pack, unpack, and trust to hold everything while we are between home and not home. Sigh.
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Exactly… and then we, too, are a suitcase.. carrying the memories of everyone who has had meaning in our lives. You and Garry are certainly stuffed into mine, Marilyn.
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