Saturday, February 15, 2014

Wild Thing

                                                                     ... we danced to Wild Thing all those summers ago

                  ... now you wander the corridors of Memory Care

                                               ... speaking a language only you understand





6 comments:

  1. Crushing, isn't it.. a different time & world.. now different persons.. a hard-hitter in three lines..

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    1. I've known him for forty five years ... three years ago ... he went to another world ... to which we have no access ... thank you so much for commenting.

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  2. Pulverizing verse here. Struck home like a freight train out of control. Flattened me to the ground.

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    1. Hi Bill, It's a tough old world sometimes, isn't it?

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  3. How hauntingly beautiful this poem is, Teresa, and, from your reply, it cuts close to the bone, doesn't it? I'm guessing it will for many of your readers asa well. Thank you.

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    1. my brother in-law ... known him almost all my life ... hard to understand these things ... we are inching toward difficult places. Thank you, Penny.

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