The Last Dove

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Posted on January 2, 2017 by Barbara Kaufmann

the last dove
slips into the mist
I bid farewell
to my mother’s memories of me…
they are not me

Ribbons Tanka Cafe

Autumn 2016

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6 thoughts on “The Last Dove”

phoartetry on January 3, 2017 at 11:05 AM said:

Powerful

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- Barbara Kaufmann on March 6, 2017 at 7:10 AM said:
  
  Thank you for visiting. I am so glad you enjoyed this.
  
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elaine patricia on January 3, 2017 at 12:16 PM said:

I am sure my Mother’s memories me were nothing like me.

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- Barbara Kaufmann on March 6, 2017 at 7:10 AM said:
  
  Memory is a powerful gift.
  
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Adelaide B. Shaw on January 13, 2017 at 10:15 AM said:

This tank evokes many emotions: aging, memory loss, love for parents. Memories are not always reliable, nor are our perceptions of others. It’s even difficult to know oneself

Adelaide

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- Barbara Kaufmann on March 6, 2017 at 7:07 AM said:
  
  So true. My mother’s view of me at the end of her life was colored (distorted) by her dementia. It was sad.
  
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