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What We Lose
Her skin
was once
smooth and young,
giving pleasure to
many who shared her journey.
Her daughter would have been
twelve years older than me today.
Why must what's most
precious to our lives
die so soon?
Why can’t
what is beautiful
last forever?
was once
smooth and young,
giving pleasure to
many who shared her journey.
Her daughter would have been
twelve years older than me today.
Why must what's most
precious to our lives
die so soon?
Why can’t
what is beautiful
last forever?
Published 3rd Mar 2023
Author's Note
I sometimes exchange stories with an older neighbor. She was a wild woman in her younger years.
The photo is her with her daughter a short time before her daughter's death. March 3 would have been her 36th birthday. I wrote this because of her haunting questions.
The photo is her with her daughter a short time before her daughter's death. March 3 would have been her 36th birthday. I wrote this because of her haunting questions.
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3rd Mar 2023 2:03pm
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4th Mar 2023 1:05pm
Although the song is about a different kind of relationship, your poem reminded me of Simon and Garfunkel's, "April Come She Will".
5th Mar 2023 4:36pm
I love your comments and how you turn me on to new songs. April Come is beautiful!
6th Mar 2023 11:54am
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