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Irma Shouts
by Susan Q TomasIrma shouts in Italian.
Not out of pain or anger.
So I can listen to her all day.
“Why are these lights on? In Italy we turn the lights off!”
When I visited her last she made me laugh.
“I love your green sweater, I am going to steal it from you!”
Joking is good.
04/27/2015 Author's Note: Of course I changed the name to Irma
Posted on 04/27/2015
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| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/27/15 at 01:46 PM a lovely ode, this is. and Irma is as good a name as any to substitute for the real deal. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 04/27/15 at 08:31 PM Caring is a rich source of writing material, and experience, whether amusing, distressing or both; which reminds me... |
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