Monday, October 4, 2010

poem

(For Helen, who passed away last year)

My Sister is dead
And no number of late night flirtations
With wine, red, or white
Can heal in my heart the irritations
Or dumb down the pain
Nor quiet the boom in my head
That banging refrain
My Sister is dead

11 comments:

  1. Oh hon..... xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

    I know... I know...

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  2. you have my heart, sugar. xoxoxoxoxox

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  3. So sorry to hear this. My condolences to you and your family.

    Pearl

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  4. Pon; Thakns hon! :¬)

    xxx

    sav; I know. :¬)

    xoxoxox

    Pearl; She died more than a year ago Pearl, this is a poem that just came out of my head last night. Thank you. :¬)

    xxx

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  5. We all heal at our own rate. But we never forget those we love. :)

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  6. So beautiful it breaks my heart.

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  7. hope, Kim & Leah; Thank you my friends. :¬)

    xxx

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  8. Sad news, my best to you and yours.

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  9. my dear map - i read this beautifully powerful piece just as i began my road trip over a week ago but was unable to respond then - however, your words and your emotions stay with me still as they are so a part of my own feelings toward the untimely and mysterious death of my baby brother many moons ago now - but the anguish and the pain never leave as you so eloquently describe - i share your loss - with much affection - jenean

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