the hen house
By fictus03
The same moon that shines through my window once shone through yours I miss seeing you but I don't miss your presence You are still here with me And the last time we saw each other you asked me not to shed tears on your behalf So I didn’t Sadly I do not the extent of your legacy But our conversation is not yet over There is more to discuss Whether it arises on the front porch or in the kitchen The moon witnesses so much and says nothing It sits in the vast space maintaining its comforting glow Rest assure The memories will never be buriedin taking the advice of sinful_lover i've decided to submit this poem. it is written in the memory of my great grandmother Anita Flores (grandma chicken as we so lovingly called her) Written November 12th, 2001 © on Nov 12 2001 12:46 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"The same moon that shines through my window once shone through yours..."