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Your Name
Dedicated to Nanette . . .
I awake early and
I have nothing to say
but your name.
I awake early and
I have nothing to remember
but your face.
I am the wild beast, who,
after being befriended,
turns to bite the hand
so gentle and understanding.
I awake early and
I have nothing to scream
but your name.
©????????? - Hollywood, California
I awake early and
I have nothing to say
but your name.
I awake early and
I have nothing to remember
but your face.
I am the wild beast, who,
after being befriended,
turns to bite the hand
so gentle and understanding.
I awake early and
I have nothing to scream
but your name.
©????????? - Hollywood, California
Published 25th Nov 2016
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25th Nov 2016 3:45am
Hey Jerry......read this brilliant dedication a few times......beautiful words laced with sadness......finding a soul that touches yours and is there when you need them.....even if only in memories.......this made me emotional......purple luv & hugs xo :)
Thank you, flower. Don't really have much else to say. The poem says it all.
Anonymous
25th Nov 2016 4:26am
Jerry, this pain which you wrote so beautifully of can be felt across the miles...I'm sorry this type of write was even necessary...
Hugs sent your way in the hopes they can help, even just a little...
With love - Taryn xoxo
Hugs sent your way in the hopes they can help, even just a little...
With love - Taryn xoxo
25th Nov 2016 3:09pm
Oh Taryn, your words touched me deeply. How stupid and uncaring can the young feel and transfer it to someone as beautiful in body and spirit was Nanette. Thank you.
Anonymous
25th Nov 2016 10:12pm
"I awake early..." To be this first name, first image, first memory on one's mind is an amazingly beautiful legacy. I feel many beautiful moments and regrets in your words. So much in this beautiful poem to feel.
Willow
Willow
25th Nov 2016 10:36pm
Timidly, you saw the true me in this poem, unfortunately. I was a fool many times over concerning Nanette. I regret it, but what good is that. She died quite a few years ago and never knew I was searching for her to try and make things right. Thank you for being here..
