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Where Once We Played

Across our childhood’s street we trod
on carpet lawn and holy sod.
We walked along where some had prayed.
Where once we played, he now is laid.

The dead’s abodes we visited.
But times we ran and sometimes hid.
Such escapades by fancy made!
Where once we played, he now is laid.

Our bikes we’d ride on many a track
that wound around and further back.
A decade near this place I stayed.
Where once we played, he now is laid.

He left. We followed, each our way.
until the fateful sorry day
we all returned and farewells bade.
Where once we played, he now is laid.

Another decade passed, then two.
Cruel time -its passing how I rue.
My place for his I would not trade.
Where once we played, he now is laid.


*Dedicated to my brother Dale, who died much too young
and was buried across the street from our old family house
in a place called the Greenwood Cemetery, a very large one
where kids rode bikes and played. Well, at least WE did!

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  1. Date: 9/5/2014 9:28:00 AM

    This is a wonderful, tender write. So easy to feel your love. Beautiful.
  1. Date: 8/31/2014 4:54:00 PM

    You have tugged my heartstrings with this one. Sending you a big hug !!! This had to be bittersweet to write. Bows head, in honor of a memory scripted so sweetly.
  1. Date: 8/31/2014 4:06:00 PM

    Sadly beautiful write your precious heart has shared lil' one...heartfelt and touching indeed. Big hugs and love to you for sharing this write of the heart.
  1. Date: 8/30/2014 10:12:00 AM

    beautiful, nostalgia, Andrea. I especially enjoyed this one. My thinking is much about death these days. It's only natural. When a poet of your skills and talent writes about death the result, as here, is bound to be wonderful. Love, daver
  1. Date: 8/30/2014 8:09:00 AM

    Sad and so tender. How soothing to be buried where one had so much joy as a child. Every time you visit you remember the love and fun. "Cruel time" we never stop missing our siblings.
  1. Date: 8/29/2014 7:27:00 PM

    Andrea, this is a very emotional poem and well suited to the kyrielle form. We used to play in the cemetery when we were children. They had a huge gold fish pond there and we would take picnic lunches and feed the fish with our scraps. Congratulations on your win. Thanks, also, for the win in your contest.
  1. Date: 8/29/2014 6:00:00 PM

    you threw me a curve ball in the form of a dreaded kyrielle, andrea! but I did like the very personal subject matter, the lines infused with emotion (actually it ties in with my new contest) - congrats on your win in this one!
  1. Date: 8/29/2014 4:44:00 PM

    dropping back with my congrats Andrea - it was lovely to re-read this wonderful tribute to your brother. Hugs jan xx
  1. Date: 8/28/2014 7:25:00 PM

    This another one of my favorites, completely beautiful my dear friend, it makes me remember many of my classes mates that I use to know whom have past away. It would make a great tribute to any and all of them thanks for the memories girl friend take care and thanks again. cheri
  1. Date: 8/28/2014 10:37:00 AM

    This made me cry sweetheart. Time can only heal so much. A loss like this is never out of touch. Peace. :)
  1. Date: 8/27/2014 10:54:00 PM

    Andrea A very heartfelt and emotional write. Every sentiment and caring word came out of your heart, soul and memories. Thank you for the nice comment on my Paradise poem.
  1. Date: 8/27/2014 1:18:00 AM

    I can't imagine losing a sibling so young. A beautiful tribute, Andrea. bfn Lainie
  1. Date: 8/26/2014 12:30:00 PM

    Love the poem and the thoughts and you AD ! I remember back in the 4th & 5th grade riding through the cemetery a couple miles from my house, on the paved roads not on the grass where the graves were. Just in back of the cemetery is where they piled the flowers left over from the funerals and my friend and I thought it would be nice to take some flowers to our Moms from there. Our Moms, although thankful, were kind of spooked when they found out where they came from!! Hey, recycling started then
  1. Date: 8/26/2014 9:38:00 AM

    made me remember our cemetery where young lovers would meet and make love under the stars....back then felt like one of the safest places on earth.....
  1. Date: 8/26/2014 6:44:00 AM

    I know you love Kyrielle and what a to pay tributes to Dale bringing back the memories of the childhood, Andrea
  1. Date: 8/26/2014 1:18:00 AM

    This is so well written, it brings back memories of my own kid brother's death...
  1. Date: 8/25/2014 8:24:00 PM

    andrea - you are in a category by yourself and are truly a master of creating vivid pictures with the most gorgeous language. the rhyme in this poem is just amazing. bravo!
  1. Date: 8/25/2014 7:49:00 PM

    A wonderful tribute to your brothers loving memory, I'm sure his spirit is with you always my friend. I do believe we are reunited with our loved ones on a far distant plain, I myself have seen the white light before and I finely believe in it. He'll be their for you my dearest friend wait and see. Completely loved this magically work. cheri
  1. Date: 8/25/2014 7:48:00 PM

    So hard to lay to rest a sibling yet alone one too young...I had to do the same with my older brother who passed 14 years ago...hugs Tim
  1. Date: 8/25/2014 6:48:00 PM

    Andrea, this on brought a tear to my eye for many reasons. A melancholy remembrance of sibling chivalry and a love that will always be. Thank you for sharing this piece of your heart.
  1. Date: 8/25/2014 6:30:00 PM

    so bittersweet Andrea you do him proud with these wondrous words a courageous write hugs
  1. Date: 8/25/2014 6:25:00 PM

    So honestly glad that I stopped by this particular poem of yours, Andrea. Truly heartwrenching and I like the flow of this piece... I think the emotion is something that we all can relate to, that recognition of a life fulfilled when one is cut short. I can imagine the mixed emotions for your parents... wanted him close by and yet constantly reminded of the loss when they gazed across the street.
  1. Date: 8/25/2014 6:06:00 PM

    Andrea, your poem inspired and encouraged me as I'm going through a bit if a tough time myself!
  1. Date: 8/25/2014 6:04:00 PM

    Sorry to hear about your brother, a burden I'm sure..as for the graveyard, I grew up across from a grave yard, some of the graves went back to the civil war..we use to turn some of the stones over looking for snakes, we'd put them back.. no bikes though..
  1. Date: 8/25/2014 5:25:00 PM

    What a emotional write Andrea, each repitition of that like where once we played, he now is laid, digs the emotional grave deeper. Hugs to you.
  1. Date: 8/25/2014 4:38:00 PM

    Oh Andrea, my heart goes out to you. Very moving poem about your brother who died years ago but I'm sure it feels like yesterday. Sorry your loss. He lives within your heart of memories Sending you a big hug from afar Love Gail
  1. Date: 8/25/2014 4:20:00 PM

    i admire your tenacity in tackling such a difficult subject in the form of poetry. you did your brother proud. this is an important poignant write.
  1. Date: 8/25/2014 3:39:00 PM

    Oh Andrea, so sorry to hear you lost your brother so young, my heart goes out to you, hard to lose those we love, isn't it, thanks for sharing your heart xxx
  1. Date: 8/25/2014 3:37:00 PM

    My mom has not been well Andrea, my brother is getting married in two weeks, and it has been touch and go, looks like she is hanging in there though, keep her in prayers my friend, love to be able to read poetry here at home again, sending my love xxx
  1. Date: 8/25/2014 3:35:00 PM

    A beautiful tribute Andrea to your brother - i love the repetition of the line it really hits home hard, you will always have these memories of the good times :-) Hugs jan xx

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