And so many things get lost. Not just a set of keys or a photograph of your father with his first truck, but the door those keys once opened, the childhood house you long ago walked into, the father who used to carry you on his shoulders high above the crowds at the summer fair, his body now ashes and shards of bone. You hold these things in place on a page, you walk through that door, touch his face and smell the cigarette smoke on his breath and in his shirt, you make things breathe again in words. You feel the lightness of a ghostly touch across your skin. In that small house on the corner, the porch light suddenly comes on. Lorna Crozier
About This Quote

This quote is a great reminder to keep going and keep going no matter what. It is important to remember all the good things that have happened in the past, both big and small. No matter what happens in life it is important to remember the good times that have been had. It is also important to not let the bad times or negative thoughts get you down, but instead to push yourself on.

Source: Before The First Word: The Poetry Of Lorna Crozier

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