| General Poetry posted November 22, 2015 |
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Not the same anymore.
Standing
by donnadiann
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Standing
Standing at the door-- to knock would be unheard. A letter like many before; now tucked in and waiting. Days roll by, and I remember going Into the house of my little sister. Now who will read, since you're Gone? |
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Thanks so much to ASFPoyser for this emotive photo.
I used to take my younger (only) sister a copy of the church letter, I write. She always loved it and would put it on her bulletin board for anyone to read. Her daughter lives at this home now, but is away often. Still when I go to the house, sometimes I just stand there a few minutes, at the door, though no one is there. I lost my sister in February. I really don't like writing poems of sadness, but I have to write Mary in, at times.
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and 2 member cents. I used to take my younger (only) sister a copy of the church letter, I write. She always loved it and would put it on her bulletin board for anyone to read. Her daughter lives at this home now, but is away often. Still when I go to the house, sometimes I just stand there a few minutes, at the door, though no one is there. I lost my sister in February. I really don't like writing poems of sadness, but I have to write Mary in, at times.
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