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by Delilah CoyneAfter hours
of sitting
by your bedside,
I hurried home
to write down
the words you'd spoken
with your last breath.
I must not forget.
Fragments and phrases
on yellowed notebook paper
in a drawer.
Priceless pearls. 03/17/2006 Posted on 03/18/2006
Copyright © 2024 Delilah Coyne
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 05/18/06 at 10:40 PM what a lovely poem, it speaks to the soul of a poet ...and like the poem, your words too, become 'precious pearls'...all the best, *jewels* |
| Posted by Olivia Martin on 09/23/08 at 12:08 AM I've lived these moments as well; poetry becomes the best memorial for priceless gems. Amazing works; I hope you don't mind me adding this to my favorites. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/09/09 at 02:26 PM Very lovely. loving piece. Very sad, but at the same time uplifting! Wonderful, wonderful write! |
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