On Sudden Death

This feeling blessed
to naturally possess
a great grandmother,
or some other, who passed
to you, a telling and precious
tale taught/told to you, or sung, accompanied by
a locket of gold.
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to hold it tightly
rubbing it, and hiding it nightly.
It ought to go to the thought-out
safe secret spot.
.
Years do veer you away from…
Years do lessen the lesson of
the veneer of preciousness.
And the old gold locket gets lost.
One goneness devastates us.
We’ve forgotten to wait. And expect this.
.
This feeling blessed
To naturally possess
Sure treasure, Sure loss.