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not a poem for cameron
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not a poem for cameron |
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unboundpoetess Member
since 2008-05-24
Posts 477
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I walked first, you know even though you were older and the sun watched you splashing at the water's edge and I in my soggy pants the time before Little Swimmers making nowhere circles we ate together at the little table my chubby legs your diaper and cowboy boots wasn't long before we were running away from Granny mostly when you had the BB gun intent on the forest squirrels and me staying behind just because I was a girl but I swore I could be one for a day a boy with you down below the pasture you said I could be a girl later to skin and cook they almost called the police two five year olds alone and gone the river was swollen from days of rain and rowdy and you were not afraid climbing out over the river on that huge branch promising to catch fish so we wouldn't starve after dark and I cried girl tears afraid you would be swept away and again later when we were spanked then hugged tight for daring to slip away to the river we didn't know how to swim you said I made a bad boy and had no inkling of the years ahead when we would be together again drowning in addictions or of the day I offered you a branch that you would refuse to take always tempting the universe your bungee jumps and hotel dives from the third floor into the pool you laughing at me for being afraid because the roof wasn't as far from the trampoline as I thought and years went by and I dared you to do better weeping those girl tears all over your lap you were mad as hell but too unsteady to fight when I wouldn't let go of your hands but I knew you well enough that you didn't want me to recognize your fear so I thought of you today when there were 12 candles on your motorcycle cake and the lifeguard's whistle around your neck you bragging about how you always got to see fireworks over the ocean on your birthday and that my husband said I shouldn't have when I went to the open bag and kissed your cheek with your eyes closed that way as more time ticks by I hope to become more eloquent shaping the memory of you into something smooth birthing the poem that has been lead in my chest for three terrible years now but in the smoke of your 34 candles this is all I can bear to give Love you always, (I know, I'm such a girl) Heather |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Oh, dear Heather, this is extremely heartwrenching, you have honored his memory in such a poignant way. It is difficult to realize that a life long friend who had always lived victoriously facing danger, suddenly, too late, learns that he is vulnerable too. You wrote this with your heart and with your mastery of words and I felt all your deep emotions. Love and hugs. Margherita |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Heather I just sat at my keyboard, hands in my lap and thought. This is beautiful - heartwrenching and so beautiful. Thank you for writing it and sharing. I had a brother. He was a year and a half older than me. He put little fish on my line and told me I caught them. I believed him. We ran like wild children, he and I. I miss him lots. I felt your poem in my bones. Alison |
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Heart2Heart Senior Member
since 2009-05-15
Posts 738Scotland/Norway |
I am very moved at the heart-rending message in this very fine tribute. Heart2Heart |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
What a wonderful gift of memory to the "boy" now a man, and a brother. I hope you will continue to write about your memories, as this is what keeps us alive long after we are gone. Happy 4th of July to you, and Happy Birthday wishes go out as well. Well done indeed, and waiting for more. Carpe' Diem, |
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unboundpoetess Member
since 2008-05-24
Posts 477 |
Thank you so much, all of you. I loved the fish story Alison! What a doll he was. Cameron was actually my first cousin and the closest to a brother I ever had. He was older by 4 months. We were always side by side. If he was Andy, I was Raggedy Ann. I appreciate your comments and the warm of your hugs. Love, Heather |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Heather - my goodness, this is so emotionally touching. I can't find enough words to express my feelings when I read this. You brought back some similar memories. Well done, very gracious, and very powerful write... BC |
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brneyedgrly Senior Member
since 2009-06-08
Posts 1125nowhere and everywhere |
~heathergirl... i, too, sat here spellbound in your story with tears in my eyes... bless you,  love, s |
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unboundpoetess Member
since 2008-05-24
Posts 477 |
Thank you Bill. I know we have all felt loss. Dearest Shel TY for the blessings, sweetness. Love you guys. H |
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angellea Member
since 2009-03-29
Posts 144NC, USA |
you know i love everything you write, but this is your best ever. my absolute favorite. you did good, honey. :-) love, me |
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unboundpoetess Member
since 2008-05-24
Posts 477 |
Thank you sweetangel, and for being with me through everything then and now... I love you. Heart hugs, H |
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