Echo from a silent heart

 Echo from a silent heart

Memories of memories imperfect and surreal, copies made of copies of a loss that others feel. Photographs and traces of the one who was my world, black and white reminders of a pretty little girl. Questions ask me questions but answers won't reply, the echo from a silent heart has yet to tell me … why? The gray and faded images, the woman she became … what do we have in common now besides our common name? A tattered family bible holds a note penned by her hand, pieces of a Mother's past I'll never understand. If I repeat the questions will answers that I find restore the faded image in the bottom of my mind? Memories of memories imperfect and surreal, copies made of copies of the pain I'll always feel.  ~Dean Neighbors~