My Christmas gift from my sister-in-law, Maya. I hope she finds happiness.
I'm a woman.
I know
The colour
Of blood.
You cut
Yourself,
Sliced on
The glass,
As you slid,
The picture,
Of our,
Dead Frankie,
Whose eyes,
Smile out at me,
Wherever
I am.
"Hello Big Sis!"
He says,
With
Every
Glance.
And its
So nice,
To imagine,
His voice,
Again.
(Tonite's
His birthday.
He would
Have been
64.)
Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2007-12-11 at 18:55
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The Colour of Blood
I'm a woman.
I know
The colour
Of blood.
You cut
Yourself,
Sliced on
The glass,
As you slid,
The picture,
Of our,
Dead Frankie,
Whose eyes,
Smile out at me,
Wherever
I am.
"Hello Big Sis!"
He says,
With
Every
Glance.
And its
So nice,
To imagine,
His voice,
Again.
(Tonite's
His birthday.
He would
Have been
64.)
Poetry by Esti D-G
Read 536 times
Written on 2007-12-11 at 18:55
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
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