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Jill

July 17, 2012

They came to see her,

to say goodbye

to the flower-covered coffin

with the pictures of a happier day.

I looked at their  faces

and tried to envision her

with each of them,

what they could have done,

what they might have said.

.

I thought back to the time

I knew her,

those small moments

that freeze themselves in memory

apropos of nothing:

a joke told

on a rainy spring day,

a momentary communion

in a simple glance.

.

As I walked out into

the dark summer night,

I imagined all the memories

rising,

an invisible monument

to a soul

shared by so many.

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One comment

  1. very nice Donald. Jill was a special person.



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