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The Cobweb

The Cobweb

I came upon a web one day
which carelessly I swept away.

I thought I had at any rate
not knowing all it did was wait.

Then a creature came a creeping
setting me to eyes a weeping.

How dare you not remember me?
You thought that you had set me free. 

I’m ever here, your own true grief.
Hovering always, the brackened thief. 


Kathryn Collins
February 2, 2014

for Jeannie

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Gwen Benita Mason Gibbs Date: 3/23/2014 8:58:00 AM interesting Login to Reply Kathryn Collins Date: 3/23/2014 5:08:00 PM Thanks again, Gwen

Keith Bickerstaffe Date: 3/10/2014 2:17:00 PM I guess I misunderstood... sorry. Login to Reply

Keith Bickerstaffe Date: 3/10/2014 2:15:00 PM Masterful rhyming couplets... a cautionary tale about preserving others' environments, and a cute little poem for Jeannie! Love, Keith xo Login to Reply

Darren Watson Date: 2/3/2014 9:20:00 AM Very deep. I lost my father and thought I'd die. I lost my mother and thought I'd died. When my sister died i thought I'd ceased to be. Now i realise they are always here with me. grief is a pain i wish we could be spared Kathy Well written piece. Login to Reply Darren Watson Date: 2/3/2014 10:02:00 AM Hanging on is a feeling I know well . I have 5 sisters , Only 4 of which are still with us and I see them 2 or 3 times every week , I have some lovely friends too and I know they would do anything for me as I would for them but at night when I lock that door I'm alone with my memories ., Its Lonely sometimes I confess but all we can do is go forward. Kathryn Collins Date: 2/3/2014 9:50:00 AM Yes they are. Sometimes I feel the need to touch, feel, hold a hand. My brother died a long time ago 1970 and good lord I was crushed. When my daughter died in 95, there was no consolation. And then my husband in 2005 - over the edge I went. Still hanging on. There's no way, but to carry on and accept as well I can. Many days are great fun. Thanks.