the final year grade sheet
once applauded
yellowing in old files
the name on the epitaph
my favorite teacher
acknowledges the flowers
she does not have my number saved
we used to visit each other
unannounced
new buildings mock
memories buried
beneath development
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Hi Reena. I see several moments captured. Moments that remind us that life never stands still. Moments that remind us that youth and childhood are but distant memories.
Thank you so much for these very poignant images.
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Thank you! These are separate pieces, not a single poem.
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Yes, that is how I read them… as separate moments. Quite good.
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