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Iris Deurmyer Poem
Onion tears I heard mother say
As she used her apron to wipe them away
But she was in the process of kneading bread
I knew those tears were genuine instead
She never wanted us to see her cry
Alas, her tender heart would often sigh
Tears cleanse the soul of deepest pain
Clear the path for smile to follow the rain
Copyright © Iris Deurmyer | Year Posted 2013
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Iris Deurmyer Poem
We erected sandcastles on the seashore.
I designed them and you painstakingly formed them
into edifices, complete with turrets, flags, and moats.
We even won the contest for the most authentic.
Now the only castles we build are in our imaginations.
You don’t even recognize your queen anymore, and I
am sad at the ravages that Alzheimers has afflicted my king.
Oh, to be young again, sit at sunset and watch the tide
sweep away our castles, slowly and gently.
Perhaps we can sit on the balcony tonight and hold hands.
This may be the day you once more call me queen.
Copyright © Iris Deurmyer | Year Posted 2013
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