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I remember you fading in a playground frenzy, Like the love and hate Scribbled in the washroom stalls. You wore a purple velvet hat In September's warm glow, And the same jacket as me; Black with coloured flowers, A zipper that always seemed to stick. Young eyes squinting in the orange light of the sun; You became one with the fresh air While we only breathed it. Your smile was wise and knowing. You began to dance with one foot in heaven. I remember a train of us running, Our wild laughter the whistle. I reached for your doll-like hand, But this world had tired you too much to keep up. Your mother's door remained boarded up The day you were gone. In my innocence I could not fathom The empty running shoes in the hall, The scent of the crayons Once warmed by your hands. But the longer I've roamed this place of uncertainty, The better the pieces fit. You may have been the catalyst For my fear of death, But you may too be A disarming sting In my empathetic heart.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Date: 7/25/2013 10:06:00 AM
I wanted to take some time to read your 1st bit of work. This was a very strong story you presented here. I like how the images & emotions here are intertwined so deeply. A lot of personal depth. Wonderful job.
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Date: 1/17/2010 1:02:00 PM
you also remember childhood well, great poem welcome to poetry soup!!
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Date: 1/15/2010 1:40:00 AM
A beautifully written remembrance and tribute to Stephanie. The descriptiveness and expressiveness of the write is really great. The metaphoric use helps the reader to understand the feelings that you must have been overcome with. Keep the creative pen flowing. Welcome to soup. Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my work. Sara
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