On the side of the river
Lay the smiles of ancestors
and some of their lives lived to the full
Lay the broken promises and dreams
and the boats they built to still cross their life streams
Lay the crisp white photos
and the evidence in the likeness of the links between us and them
Lay the intricate rice paper pages of the photo book
and the surprising melting pot of moments in time
Lay the broken ice white branches
and the laced fingers of the ancestors as they repair us and prop us up again
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