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Archive for March 17th, 2008
– for a friend
You stand there
close to grief sorrow
not yet sleeping
loss too near
intimately entwined
with each rising breath
the sobs catch
and wait—
for a simple memory
to release them
from their cage
and fall into your eyes
I’ve stood there before
my feet can fit
into your damp prints
on the other side
under the weight of years
my grief lies hidden
in the periphery of night
the sorrow lurks
waiting to sneak into light
lodge in my throat
fall into my eyes
you and I
we are sisters in sorrow
Pamela Olson, 3/17/08
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