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NONE 1957.

By Terry Collett  (booksie.com)

Afternoon sun touched the cloister garth. The office of None had just completed. Sister Teresa walked slowly down the cloister from the church, letting her failing eyesight search for the opening to the garth.

Short Story | Updated Jul 11, 2007 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Tags: Nuns,1957,Convent,Memories



By Terry Collett  (booksie.com)

Feel the softness of the cloth, Sense the smoothness Beneath your hand, This is her dress, The one she wore last, Before her death.

Poetry | Updated Jul 10, 2007 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Tags: Grief,Dress,Memories


SEXT 1947

By Terry Collett  (booksie.com)

Il dio è il miei testimone e guida, Sister Maria, the refectorian, had said, Sister Teresa remembered walking passed the refectory, touching the wall with her fingers. God is my witness and guide, she translated, feeling the rough brick beneath her fingers. She stood; turned to look at the...

Short Story | Updated Jul 10, 2007 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Tags: Nuns,Memories,1947



By Terry Collett  (booksie.com)

You were in the photograph, but you ought not to have been there. You were only a maid after all, just a servant. And probably you would not have been there had Mr Barten not agreed to you being there, standing by the French windows with your hands folded behind your back as if they were...

Short Story | Updated Jul 9, 2007 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Tags: Servant,Maid,Place,Memories



By Terry Collett  (booksie.com)

Ghostly love.

Poetry | Updated Jul 7, 2007 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Tags: Ghost,Love,Memories



By Zephyrmail  (booksie.com)

written for a special theme in my chatroom poetry site---another sappy one, but it's 4 AM, and since I can't sleep I get that way :)

Poetry | Updated Jul 7, 2007 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 5
Tags: Blues,Sleepless,Nights,Memories


PRIME 1927.

By Terry Collett  (booksie.com)

Sister Teresa put down the pen. Eyes searched page. White and black. Scribbled words. Meaning there some where amongst the lines, she mused. Bell rang from bell tower. Echoed around cell. Closed her eyes.

Short Story | Updated Jul 6, 2007 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Tags: Nuns,1927,Memories


Evergreen Memories

By Myraswift  (booksie.com)

Based on my childhood memories. My mum is selling her share in the family house at Orford, meaning that we probably won't get a chance to go back there. I really don't want my memories to fade, so I decided to write about them.

Short Story | Updated Jul 6, 2007 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Tags: Orford,Forest,Memories


Were You Real?

By Justme  (booksie.com)

i have these good memories and i dnt know if they happened, missing my friends i guess, made me second guess myself

Poetry | Updated Jul 1, 2007 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Tags: Friends,Missing,Grief,Love,Memories


Our Memories

By Andlat  (booksie.com)

A poem about the romantic memories that two lovers share.

Poetry | Updated Jun 30, 2007 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 7
Tags: Love,Memories,Romance,Lovers


The Raindrops

By Pearlinanoyster  (booksie.com)

Drops of rain are often like drops of memory left behind; both following a cyclical process, making you see the other image in your mirror.

Poetry | Updated Jun 22, 2007 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 5
Tags: Rain,Drops,Love,Passion,Girl,Maiden,Memories,Languishing



By Terry Collett  (booksie.com)

Would she have gone a different way? I heard her daughter say One night looking out to sea Where her mother loved to be Away from the town And the clown Who beat her blue.

Poetry | Updated Jun 20, 2007 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Tags: Memories,Child,Domestic,Violence

Mother (Remembered)

By Davdee  (booksie.com)

A fond memory of a loved one

Poetry | Updated Jun 19, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Tags: Mother,Memories,Nostalgia



By Terry Collett  (booksie.com)

Stop here. This is the place. This is where we parked And watched the sun go down at end of day

Poetry | Updated Jun 18, 2007 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Tags: Grief,Memories



By Bitter Irony  (booksie.com)

I'll stop loving you tomorrow--after all, what's one more day going to hurt?

Poetry | Updated Jun 16, 2007 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 4
Tags: Poetry,Rhyming,Tomorrow,Moving,On,Memories,Relationships,Holding

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