Saturday, 2 May 2015

Grave Reflections...



"What do you do

For a living?" he asked

And in earnest

She did say

"I think of the girl

Who used to be me

And I die a little

Each day"



Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

7 comments:

  1. ooh.it's one of those clever little poems that makes you breathe in sharply !!!

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    1. ...and then maybe cry a little... *covers mirror with cloth and grabs tissue*...

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  2. Oh my, poignant! (as carol said) Sharp intake. #CleverClogs

    Box of tissues in my case o_O

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    1. and a big ((((((hug)))))) and thank you from me to you xx

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    2. *hugging you back*............ ouch, your right shoulder could do with a grinding ;) x

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    1. From the heart, that one...*sniff*....As always, thank you for reading my stuff....x

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