Mama was laid in one;
I remember like it was yesterday
A lifeless “pose”of her shell
Auntie, grandpa and grandma did too
“They” left in that pine box;
The box that claimed to be the “hero”
carrying the “shells” once pampered
Shells of my heroes
Shells of my memories
Shells that loved me
Shells that nurtured me
Shells of the strong and brave
I know that I hate it!
That pine box…
But, I know I have mine somewhere
To carry my shell
Not my soul
And
Eternity!
By Susan McMillan
Rhythm In Life 
Beautiful words!
Thank you my dearest 💝
Lovely…your pine box.🌻🌺
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Beautiful.
Thank you 🌹
I like the way you use shells here xx
Thank you Christy 💝. These bodies of ours after our last breath are shells indeed. But we are alive then through Christ our eternal.
just a box, just a shell. The life is in Christ. Beautiful! ❤
Isn’t that amazing!. Knowing that we have life beyond the pine Box. Thank you sis 💝
Beautiful!!!
Beautiful words.
Thank you Kathleen 🌹
“..to carry your shell, not the soul…” Wonderful thought !
Thank you very much 🌹
Powerful thoughts there. I guess we should all work on leaving legacies before we’re sentenced to the pine box
Thank-you for that though. Our shells are for the pine Box not our souls.
Aye thats Deep bro
But good job on this post
Thank you.
beautifully touching piece..
Thank you very much my dear 💝