Gentle Reminder


Should you not know
That you’re thought of
Remembered, loved
Wished well and beyond

Must’ve slipped your mind
Write it down on paper
Keep it to hand always
Reread it as need be
Relax in its warm embrace

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on February 1, 2019, in Poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. You already know how much I love this one. ๐Ÿ˜Š

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  2. Just what I needed to read today….๐Ÿ‰

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Such a lovely one, Ben.

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