Curtis Johnson Poet Narrative

Jack And Janet

Her name was Janet.
My wife and I were friends of her sister.
I met her as she lay dying, with never a word.
Her eyes were closed. She was all but gone.

His name was Jack.
I heard that he and his wife Joyce
Were going through a divorce.
I felt the need to do something.

Over the years, I had written
Articles, reports, and sermons,
But I found myself writing a poem
For the very first time.  That poem
was written especially for Jack in
Hopes of saving his marriage.  It
Did not. In retropect, I can't believe
That I was so naive.  I'm not sure of
The present whereabouts of that poem,
but my best recall says that it was titled,
'Stranded Up a Tree'.

As I sat at Janet's bedside, I felt words
Flowing into my spirit from inside of her.
It was strange to me. But I went with the
Flow. My second poem was written in
'First person' words from Janet to her family.
Janet was saying goodbye to her dear family.

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