The echo  of yesterday

The echo of yesterday

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The goodbye
had no forwarding address
maybe I misread
the hello
hello,hello,hello.

© 2024 andrew mitchell


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dear Andrew... too many Goodbyes... like Balloons in the Sky... we wonder Why they fly so high ... and may appear as decorations on a Christmas tree to remember all we loved Before. gently, Pat

Posted 1 Month Ago


andrew mitchell

2 Weeks Ago

Thanks Pat. HNY
"It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye"
It reminded me of a beautiful lyric from one of the new songs. After all, isn't every farewell a new beginning? every goodbye has a new hello.

Posted 1 Month Ago


andrew mitchell

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you dear poet. HNY
berenongur

2 Weeks Ago

Happy New Year!
"You say goodbye. I say hello" The Beatles Sometimes I guess "a kiss is just a kiss". Everything is a song to me. Lovely poem, my friend. F.

Posted 1 Month Ago


andrew mitchell

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you Fabian. HNY
This has a very good, right and perfect reason for being written, andrew. For me is a nudge to try and help the past to have warm and kind meanings, not the artful and cynical gibes that some juggle and let fall wherever they think is clever. Is not, anything but. Andrew, thank you for being one of those beings that are truly human

Posted 1 Month Ago


andrew mitchell

1 Month Ago

Why thank you em for such kind words. All I can say is I try.
emmajoygreen

1 Month Ago

And very successfully too. Wishing you a very special Holiday time, with all the best and happiest .. read more
andrew mitchell

2 Weeks Ago

HNY em 🥳🥳🥳

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andrew mitchell

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