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The Closet

Doubled up,
Hunched and hollowed;
Concealed, sitting in this musty closet.

Clutching memories to my chest and
Spreading out the others across this
Dusty darkened floor.
So dim, like these remembrances...

Straining to see through tears and years.
Some deeper wounds don’t fade with time,
Like yours, sweet long gone child of mine.

Advised against this self infliction,
I cannot stay away from my secret addiction.
Infused with your smells and special things,
I force myself to keep you here with me.
Inside my heart and this compartment.

Watching you grow in my imagination: older, taller.
Exquisite bittersweet daydreams
Of you still here and needing me.

So, gently back into the box my treasure;
Rest for now…time is not measured.
Soon I’ll return and once again
Hold your glossy framed grin
Against my broken heart.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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Date: 11/12/2010 12:13:00 PM
Congratulations on your poetry X3 making it through the first round of the Poetrysoup site contest Kelly. The best to you in the finals. Love, Carol
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Date: 11/10/2010 2:46:00 PM
Sad sad write to endure dear poet, my prayers go with you ! Congratulations on its feature this week ! much love
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Date: 11/8/2010 10:13:00 AM
Congratulations on your poem being featured this week Kelly. Love, Carol
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Date: 11/7/2010 4:41:00 PM
How strong the pain when we loose a child. Very well written with strong emotion and honesty.
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Date: 9/15/2010 3:16:00 PM
such a sad write so full of longing...what was the child like? Light & Love
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