Almost Remembered

I find it in the space between,

not seen with eyes

nor touched by hand,

this quiet command

almost remembered.


I find it in the face of love,

the grace concealed 

now shining through,

with all we knew

almost remembered. 


Poem & Photo ©Mairi McLean 2016

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