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My first thought at seeing this weeks Magpie photo prompt (below) was
"There's always room for Jell-O".
I then read the sentence under the photo....
"a grave in the Novodevichy Cemetery, Moscow"
No room for Jell-O there.
As sweet and non-filling as it is...
~

you can't take it with you
that's a bone hard fact
but you certainly
can leave
a little something for dessert behind...
a gift to the world
a memento
a trinket or two of your time spent
here on this rock.

what would you leave
your jewels
your words
your mother's eyes
your father's voice
what would you give
to a world that held you
~

a deep fear of mine
is leaving
you alone
behind
worse than that
is you
leaving me
before your time
~

Ahhh life.
How's it going so far?

Like my friend Braja reminds me
Don't forget to laugh


Rene ~ February 2012
For Magpie Tales

"a grave in the Novodevichy Cemetery, Moscow"
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  1. NeoFebruary 5, 2012 at 4:34 PM

    you will leave us your art

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  2. Other MaryFebruary 5, 2012 at 4:36 PM

    I'd give a bunch of pennies for that. What a thoughtful piece. Starting with jell-o, and ending with mortality. Very cool.

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  3. Tess KincaidFebruary 5, 2012 at 4:45 PM

    Oh yes, I saw Jello, too! Nice write, Rene...

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  4. Laurie KolpFebruary 5, 2012 at 4:52 PM

    I have that same fear. I like how this ended.

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  5. Brian MillerFebruary 5, 2012 at 7:17 PM

    i share that same fear...

    and i had a pretty funny convo with braja late last night

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  6. Kat MortensenFebruary 5, 2012 at 7:35 PM

    I have that same deep fear as well.

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  7. Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson BarryFebruary 5, 2012 at 10:30 PM

    I enjoy this very much,

    very fearless take on fears.

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  8. SuzFebruary 6, 2012 at 9:39 AM

    so true
    enjoyed

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  9. KaraFebruary 6, 2012 at 11:28 AM

    I don't know what I'd like to leave - warm memories, maybe. And no regrets.

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  10. Susan AndersonFebruary 6, 2012 at 12:20 PM

    I leave my children.
    And I feel good about that.

    =)

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  11. Wayne PitchkoFebruary 6, 2012 at 4:49 PM

    especially like the ending..but all good....thanks for sharing your words

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  12. ♥ BrajaFebruary 6, 2012 at 8:15 PM

    Brian's been writing me stalker emails. I can leave that...

    :))

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  13. ♥ BrajaFebruary 6, 2012 at 8:15 PM

    ok seriously :)

    what to leave? some word or two, that touched someone's heart. what else is there...

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  14. CadFebruary 7, 2012 at 4:36 AM

    Yep! A laugh is answer to so much - glad you arrived at the same conclusion. :)

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  15. HelenFebruary 7, 2012 at 11:52 AM

    I leave a legacy of everlasting love ... I really enjoyed your poem.

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  16. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallFebruary 7, 2012 at 7:35 PM

    amazing one...

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  17. Sherry Blue SkyFebruary 7, 2012 at 10:21 PM

    I enjoyed this one, kiddo.......especially "dont forget to laugh".

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