I weep for you still.
That invisible
indestructible
elastic
tether
that once strung our hearts together
is gone.
It's taken me months to realize
I'm like a balloon without a string
. . . or a girl without her mother.
No more sitting close to you on the loveseat
holding your hand.
Standing shoulder to shoulder
in the kitchen
cooking or cleaning up.
Your absence grips me
ambushes me
soaking my pillow with tears
I once feared ghosts
but now wait for them
Hope for them.
Hope for you.
KGM
7-12
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I began writing poems in third grade. During adolescence I wrote the bulk of my words. Expressing that urge to be understood or maybe trying to understand my own feelings. I haven't written much in the past 15 years, but I need to thank my HS English teacher for continuing as long as I did. Thanks Mr. Jim Springer!
Kalama 1962
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- N is retired and K is, too. N plays in the Willamette Valley Community Band. K spends her free time creating on the computer, reading and being amused by the birds in the backyard.
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