No Matter How Far Poem by Patti Masterman
No Matter How Far
To some, the dead must seem like objects,
Things with no consciousness, now defunct,
But the dead have character that's still visible;
Lines and wrinkles deep imprint.
The dead have loved one's quiet tears,
Late at night or in the day,
They hold a place at memorys altar-
Smiles and laughter, now so rare.
Empty husks, though they may be,
They keep the secrets of someone dear;
Secrets never compromised-
No matter how near, no matter how far.
i often walk with the dead, and listen.... another very good poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/9/2024 10:14:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes, Patti, Something immaterial lives on. The care a child receives is living on in its own character, way after the parents' death This care is often amplified and kindness is infectious. This world is improving thanks to the small and big goodnesses started by those who are long dead now. Their goodness lives on, gets amplified and so soon we will see a different world. Have you seen an exponential curve? It takes a long while of very slow increment, but once it reaches a critical point it shoots up. I really think we are close to that deflection point on the exponential curve of kindness in our world. Wow, Patti, I am just writing as my thoughts wander. A very thought provoking poem indeed.