Open Poetry #46 |
My friend |
mikeandrew Member
since 2010-11-18
Posts 198 |
We speak of long time past as i held your hand ,when we played in fields of wild flowers,chasing butterflies,climbing our favorite tree,playing hide and seek among the tall grasses,swimming in the pond you named after me. It was a long time ago when we were young.now i sit along side your bed holding your little hand as you take your last breath. |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
Sad, but with built-in beauty of days of past happiness and glory. Niicely worded. . . . and the Raven said, %!~#&(!$! |
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