Sitting on the back of her dresser

Nice twist on Pandora's box ... including the bit about hope ... nicely penned ... good luck B ...

Thanks so much, LilD
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B

Sending love and hugs across the pond
Love and light
Ron xx

Ty for reading and your thoughtful list add, Ron.
It means a lot to me, my friend
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Heart touching and A++. Have a wonderful day and keep smiling, the world needs more beauty. Hugs and kisses, O

Appreciate your kind words, O

It's always a pleasure ✨
🌹 - B
xo

Nice representation of grief.
Good luck in the competition!
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Thank you, KP
I appreciate the well wishes
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B

This poem describes exactly of my grandmother's ashes sitting on my dresser. A very special woman in my life.

This is my situation with my father's ashes that my mother refuses to part with.... They sit on the back of her dresser because she feels like they're hers and hers alone. It's been a very sore subject because my opinion is that I would like (need, really) some sense of closure, via a service or memorial or ANYTHING resembling a funeral that includes the scattering of his ashes (nothing like that was done after his passing) and perhaps then, I could finally move on properly, instead of beating myself up with the feeling of constant loss and grief....  
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I definitely do understand the reasoning behind someone wanting to keep a loved ones ashes but I also think it's a decision that should be discussed when opposite points of view are involved, too....

Regardless.... I know that it'll never happen... just wishful thinking on my part.

Thanks for reading and understanding the 10 word story I tried to create!

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THIS MADE ME THINK OF MY GRANDMOTHER 💖 WHEN MY GRANDFATHER DIED IT'S HARD NOT TO JUST THINK OF YOU AND ME AND US... FOR I AM NOT TRYING TO BRING YOU BACK I JUST DON'T WANT TO SEE... THE ASHES OF YOU BLOWING WITHIN THE WIND NOT OF MEMORIES BUT OF HOPE... SOMETIMES IT TAKES OTHER PEOPLE LONGER TO LET GO BUT SOMETIMES THEY HAVE TOO LATER LET GO...🦋

Very good points, Stoney.... I agree, that we all process loss differently.... Sometimes families don't function well in extremely difficult environments... Especially ones that have been compounded by loss.... It's those differences that add additional heartache and pain...

I wholly appreciate you and your thoughtful comments, my lovely poet.
Much love and respect,
🌹 - B

Your father's urn is there to protect you.  Keep on writing you strong beautiful smart sexy woman.

Thanks for reading, Francisco
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I try, every day.
Thanks for the lovely sentiments, Wilbur and your generous list add.



It's always such a pleasure to see on my page 🦋
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You're so very correct.
Nice to have you back with us, Tim.... You were missed!




Thanks for stopping by and leaving your thoughts.... It's a highlight, for sure
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Ohh my, that's hard news, Tim.... I'm so sorry to hear that.
Sending out thoughts of strength and healing... ✨



We're always here if you need a break or some creative stress relief via a purging write...
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B

Grief changes you as a person. I can relate to this.

I appreciate your thoughtful insight and I'm definitely sorry for your pain, in loss.





You're absolutely correct, it deeply changes you.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me and for your extremely generous list add, too.  
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B

Short sweet and meaningful....

Great ink

Thanks for sharing this Blue.  So few words, yet so interesting and powerful.  Even the title drew me in.  
A proper goodbye is so important to escape limbo…I wish you well

It's never something that I thought I needed until I never got it..... I am glad you found something within this little piece, that moved you.
Thank you so much for stopping by and for leaving me your kind words.... I deeply appreciate it, dear poet 🙏🏻
🌹 - B

The double contents of pain and closure make for a profound power combination that expands into something altogether brilliant. Love how your mind works honey. This is what a brilliant poet writes while I watch on. You have the combo in a tight emotional package that carries a powerful rocket of emotions.

Xo
John

Sometimes that rocket of emotion can get me into trouble, too.... I guess that's another reason why I'm so lucky to have found poetry, to pour all the toxic shit into a place that's healthier than unloading on the wrong person or letting it fester. I am so grateful for your keen eye and awareness of my deeply hard hitting emotions.

I count myself so fortunate, my how my cup runneth over!
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xoxo
Susan

It's really tugs at the hurt when things carry so much weight, especially with such a treasured relationship. The use of the "boxed up" here, whether it's literal or figurative is a perfect example of how the English language is great for poetry.

Thank you for sharing such a personal and emotional piece.

Thanks so much for reading and for your extremely apt and kind words, Walter .... This was a very interesting and yes, challenging personal piece to publish. It's all literal, stark truth. My father's ashes remain boxed up on the back of my mother's dresser....period. She will not part with the them nor even open the box that the urn is contained in.... It's an ongoing source of pain and consternation if the subject dare be broached of scattering them... *eye roll* That sounds harsh, I know but it's not meant with malice, but really deep frustration.
I just never knew how much I needed closure, until I never got it. Yet, my feelings and those of other family members, weren't and aren't given any consideration.... We just deal with it.

This, was my minimalist attempt at that conveyance....

Your always so great at keeping up with the various poems I've shared and I am truly grateful for that....(so pleased that you could feel my emotional head space with this one!)

Be well, dear poet
🌹 - B