Lost and Found
The loves I lost,
To days darkened by shadows.
The smell of oil paint,
The texture on canvas.
The loves I lost,
To days marked by sorrow,
The quiet word,
A touch of prose.
The loves I gained,
Through healing and strength.
A painting almost complete,
Some prose near finished.
The loves I gained,
Through slow meditation.
Practising an art,
Forming a poem.
To the loves I have always had,
May you remain warm and soft,
May you be in my heart,
And at home at my hearth.
Lauren Marie, Christchurch, Aotearoa
FebulousFebruary 2025: Lost and Found 
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Beautiful words.