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Red Umbrella

I walked slowly across the manicured lawn To her flowered gravesite. She’s gone And I held her umbrella vivid red Rubied and glistening overhead Red like her lips I will ne’er again meet Ruddy like her cheeks once perfumed sweet Midst cold rain, like my tears, from darkening skies I then looked down the row and met his soft eyes A small dog tightly curled and I surmised Was at the feet of his master that was no more Lying wet at the threshold of a closed door Then he gazed intently at my kind face And said, can I share a bit of dry space You seem to be lost weeping alone And I need some warmth as I’m chilled to the bone So I welcomed him there and let him draw near Till the drops ceased their flow and it became clear Then I smoothed down his hair with her old wooden comb And whispered to him gently – let’s go home 11.8.18

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Date: 11/21/2018 6:15:00 AM
Absolute perfection...tears stain my keyboard. You have a way of drawing out our deepest emotions. I was honored to read this poem.
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Mark Elam
Date: 11/21/2018 3:02:00 PM
Thank you Sherry! I’m glad it touched your heart.
Date: 11/10/2018 2:16:00 AM
So heartfelt. This poem touched me deeply. Sincerely, Elaine
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Mark Elam
Date: 11/21/2018 3:03:00 PM
Thanks Elaine!
Date: 11/9/2018 4:45:00 PM
A treasure to behold. That dog has found a best friend, how sweet is that. Winning wishes are being sent your way Mark,
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Mark Elam
Date: 11/21/2018 3:04:00 PM
Thanks Pixie Dust! They needed each other.
Date: 11/8/2018 11:50:00 AM
Isn't it amazing how one title sends us down so many different tracks! I loved your interpretation,Mark.
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Mark Elam
Date: 11/8/2018 12:12:00 PM
Thanks Wendy! It is the fun of poetry.

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