The Fourth of July
It was so like you to choose a day
marked on the calendar in red,
as if we needed a reminder
of those hot tears that we shed
in that time now half a lifetime gone.
The calendar still makes me cry,
as it reminds me of the sadness on
your last Fourth of July.
7/2/013
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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