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She lives at the end of my back yard
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She lives at the end of my back yard |
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gemjop Member Elite
since 2002-11-18
Posts 2587Pencilveinia, USA 
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She lives at the end of my back yard not quite opposite to mine but near enough Staring at those walls for years home to a few since he died Now rumor has it husband left this young woman I have smiled upon in her garden with child hanging out my window We live symmetrical, almost and she doesn't even know Curtains closed from rise to fall of bodies each shift of sky I imagine she's sitting in the darkness he's left her with Old jack are you comforting her? I dream you are warm the rooms with your silent load her a train to change Parallel lives Louise and I strangers the same Armoured with bitter echoes that onced chased these rooms bricks built this box of tricks the place we remain Old Jack I pray so little but I wish you near to her grow her flowers to window fill ceiling with colourful the way you used to for her |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Oh my...a wonderful yet hauntingly sad piece Gem. You made her so real with your vivid imagery.. Extremely well written. ~Hugs~ ~Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile~ |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Gemma~ So sad! And I really loved it.. "if you won't let me fall for you then you won't see the best that I would love to do for you" ~Dido~ [This message has been edited by Susan Caldwell (10-18-2003 06:24 PM).] |
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gemjop Member Elite
since 2002-11-18
Posts 2587Pencilveinia, USA |
Thankyou my sweeties, unfortunately, it's all so very real. I think about her everyday, and today when deciding to write about her, i realised i had before, some time ago: /pip/Forum79/HTML/003439.html The breakdown of her relationship was on course with mine, and i never really knew it, close to home indeed. funny how life is. Jack was a man i knew as a child, who used to live in the house, i'd never had granparents, so he was the closest I got. He was completely deaf for most of his life, the kindest, softest man, always called me Emma, made thumbprints in sandwiches when he made them, and always had a model railway running in a room of his house. I imagine him to be there, watching over her, i hope. [This message has been edited by gemjop (10-18-2003 06:44 PM).] |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Gemma, this is a powerful poem, speaking so loudly of two lives, closer to each other than each might know... You painted such a touching picture. Thanx for the share... |
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Wind
since 2002-10-12
Posts 2981 |
oh god gem..another for my library. I feel so close right now What about China? Have you seen the Great Wall? |
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