I Carry Her With Me: Photographing Symbols


I Carry Her With Me: Photographing Symbols

by Christian Morgan

Standing in the in the room where she died.

Looking at her childhood bed, which was also mine.

Holding her shirt.

I’m reminded again of the day 23 years ago when my world changed forever.

Her voice is long forgotten.

Memories are scarce.

But she lives on through me – her daughter.

I carry her with me.

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Love this poem

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