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Staircase of life (Amended word count)
Ended April 23, 2021 • 5 Entries • Created by Polkadaughter
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Staircase of life (Amended word count)
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Moonsinger128
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ascension

they're crumbling

and

they don't end

but there are stars

so close

almost touchable

and a rail of gold

curling

in curves

walls that

creep in and out

like sea foam

on sand

downstairs

fades away

leading to a celing

of tin foil

and

glass

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Staircase of life (Amended word count)
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Earthmuffin71
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The Scent of Gardenia

My Great Aunt was a beautiful person. Born and raised in the early 1900's. Came from one of the founding families of Edmonds Washington. She was married and divorced. I guess she was just too strong of a woman for that man to handle.

During her life she loved to travel, play bridge and golf. When my sister and I came along, she loved to spoil us. We would spend weekends at her place and go on adventures. I fondly remember her gardenia plants and their sweet scent permeating her place. Anytime she would move the gardenias were always there.

The staircase of life, or life's journey is an interesting one. Two days after her passing I was struggling with the loss. I think her spirit came to visit me. I was in bed and got chills, then there was that all familiar scent of gardenia. It was from here I knew I would be ok.

The staircase of life or life's journey can be an interesting journey. To this day the scent of gardenia brings back some wonderful memories.

When we venture on the staircase of life, remember the little things. A scent, a song, memories are more valuable than materialistic things.

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Staircase of life (Amended word count)
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HRR
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Staircase of Lies

My mother’s mother

Clumsily fumbled her way up

Mostly dropping my mother

From her hip

Into her latest boyfriend’s lap

My mother

Held me a little closer

But still dropped me

From time to time

To pick herself up

With whatever high she could get

A little herb or a man

What difference did it make

As she watched him

Walk me down the hall

Her steps didn’t lead very far

An unfair spiral

I would do better

Climb to the top

With my daughter on my back

No one would touch her

And she would be untouchable

No, I didn’t drop her

But on my back

I couldn’t see

That all she saw was down

When I came upon my own reflection

It cracked

From the lies

I had told myself

That I was good when I wasn’t

I tripped over a different step

But I tripped nonetheless

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