In a message dated 3/9/02 4:35:15 PM, [log in to unmask]
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<< After [Catchy title Grassy; makes me want to know After what}
He thought about it for years
but there was always
some reason for delay:
after Christmas, after his birthday,
after he'd dumped his current.
Then it was after the wedding,
after the christening,
after nursery school,
always after.
After the doctor
had given him the news,
he thought of things
growing over years.
After he'd made the connection,
he picked up the phone [a real eye opening message here]
but then it was too late.
He added a bunch of flowers
to the supermarket trolley
and on the way home,
he parked by the cemetery
and left the chrysanthemums,
ferns and gypsophila
on a stranger's grave. [Beautiful sad ending]
grasshopper >>
[I like this poem very much; tells the Truth and makes this reader feel]
kol tuv, Ryfkah
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