Open Poetry #12 |
Your bedroom/ To my dear cousin, Carmen |
walker Member Elite
since 2001-02-11
Posts 2240Florida |
This poem I wrote for my cousin, she died at 21 years old from cancer. I visited her house five years after her death and her room was still intact. Your bedroom's a museum's artifact. No dust, perfectly it stands. To walk your room is to feel you. Your smell is impregnated on your pillow. Your clothes, hang in harmony. Your room radiates peace. In the center of the wall is Jesus at the cross. What a beautiful room you have! You have everything in your room. Everything except you. A quarter of a century must pass, for the writer to understand what and why he writes. |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
This is very touching, that someone would care enough to write such a personal loving tribute. God Bless You. "When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass, and the sun drips honey." Laurie Lee |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
A soft and beautiful message...James |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
This so warm and beautiful! great work! Reality seldom bears the possibilities of imagination! |
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