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Show ECHOES OF ANOTHER When I think about his ageless vitality my heart is filled with a warmth felt for no other, and recollections of his eternal wisdom are etched there. My generation echoes of another. And now when I look at that still form, cold from lack of life and love, it's hard to understand that the man lying there is he who jostled me on his knee and remedied the growing pains of childhood. No, that man is not my grandfather. The shadows and reflections of my memory surmount the reality of his death, for we share a secret; we smile together. He lives through images relayed. Amy Baer |