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The Year she died
I pretended Christmas away
Schlepped over the mountain
In a snowstorm to shed my
One childlike connection and
Signed up to work one of my
Three jobs so I could remember
To forget she was dead
Car’s engine blew
Water pipe burst
Hollow heart leaked
Family met minus her
The Year she died
Tradition was trumped
And forgot to come back
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Very nicely done.
Posted by: Barbara | December 04, 2009 at 07:19 PM