Dying Poems

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Grandpa S.
by Frangipani Rhett

They brought home a little gift for me
Something they found in your drawer
A little wallet with your license and a photo of me
From way back in 2015

Dad and mom stayed in the room you slept in
But I know you never really felt at home
I wished you lived right by us too
But I know it would have been hard for us both


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Can you see it?
by Arvin Dassad

Can you see yourself laying there?
can you picture how its done?
will you see it the way she did,
a seat amongst shadows in that grand dark,

those black glasses pressed amongst matte lips,
eyes glinting , echoes of the light they shine,
do you know if you will care?
will the night air that pours in kiss your absent breaths


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I’d Feel Homesick
by Alison Derick

My great big heart was waiting to see the stampede.
You’d send Honesty, Loyalty and Grace.
I’d hear the brass trumpets, feel the notes press against me,
filling all my spaces within.

Days have passed,
the summer frozen in July.
I stay bathed in shining armor,
burning brightly to light your way.
You can find me, re-see me.

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Grandpa S.
by Frangipani Rhett

They brought home a little gift for me
Something they found in your drawer
A little wallet with your license and a photo of me
From way back in 2015

Dad and mom stayed in the room you slept in
But I know you never really felt at home
I wished you lived right by us too
But I know it would have been hard for us both


......

Continue reading
Can you see it?
by Arvin Dassad

Can you see yourself laying there?
can you picture how its done?
will you see it the way she did,
a seat amongst shadows in that grand dark,

those black glasses pressed amongst matte lips,
eyes glinting , echoes of the light they shine,
do you know if you will care?
will the night air that pours in kiss your absent breaths


......

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I’d Feel Homesick
by Alison Derick

My great big heart was waiting to see the stampede.
You’d send Honesty, Loyalty and Grace.
I’d hear the brass trumpets, feel the notes press against me,
filling all my spaces within.

Days have passed,
the summer frozen in July.
I stay bathed in shining armor,
burning brightly to light your way.
You can find me, re-see me.

......

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