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nostalgic threads woven into the fabric of my mind,


i find patterns of familiar distant memories,


seamless strands of faraway laughter

embroidered into the folds of my thoughts.



the solace of my mother’s embrace,

the stubble of my father’s cheek,


the generosity of those 

who could give only of themselves,

yet gave all.



these nostalgic threads

remain woven,


deep in the recesses of my mind,


they caress me on days that are dark and shallow,


they whisper their silent thoughts of love,

caressing my waking days

and lulling my nights, so often hollow.



so i remain indebted 

to each nostalgic thread,


as hope fills the void,


and infuses time with light,


dispelling all approaching dread