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sunny afternoons in front of a tombstone
by Jared Fladelandhe didn't remember.
i told him about all the times
he held her hand,
comforted her,
how she didn't suffer for very long,
but he couldn't remember.
in fact
he never even knew she was gone. 08/20/2007 Posted on 08/20/2007
Copyright © 2026 Jared Fladeland
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 08/20/07 at 03:40 PM Grief is a delicate ropebridge across an emotional mile-long cliff.
Friend is who walks this ropebridge alongside the grief-stricken and afflicted.
And your poem hushes a raging storm.
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| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 08/20/07 at 04:25 PM poignant |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 08/20/07 at 09:41 PM Heart-breaking in so many ways. This is very eloquent. |
| Posted by Katerina T Nix on 08/21/07 at 03:07 AM How we forget... how age changes us and our memory.. A great piece on both life and how our bodies degrade. Just beautiful, Jared. Well done. -Kat oxo |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/24/07 at 06:03 PM I am always drawn in to poems in graveyards - this one delivers much in few words. Thank you. |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 08/24/07 at 09:49 PM Whoa this has a stunner of an end, what an image. Very very sad. But oh how true, sad that the mind can rob the heart like this. |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 08/25/07 at 07:38 PM This chills my heart and warms it also. Eloquently done in so few words. Thank you for sharing. |
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