Poem

Reflect on those whose playful spirit ignited something new.

Hold tight to that feeling and let spontaneity accrue.

Let the playful memories of our past.

Be the gift that can a spell cast.

The good inside is filled with hope.

It allowed us to learn and better cope.

So cast that spell of wonder and delight.

Out into the mourning light.

We do not stop living when we cease to breathe.

We just stop being attached to where we still seethe.

~Suzanne Wagner~

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