Hello, everyone. Happy morning. I do fancy myself as a poet at times. And here's a recent piece I wrote. When I heard the word the past, a gentle tug beckons the unspoken word. A gentle tug reminds the unconfided secret. A gentle tug brings up a cacophony of tears. A gentle tug is not but a reminder of one's that was. Yet no more. It's a very short poem. This poem was inspired when we were reminiscing about our past