This is a great poem!
kol tuv, Ryfkah
In a message dated 6/9/02 12:33:48 PM, [log in to unmask] writes:
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Two Years After Death
Where are you?
Things, things and more things -
your things.
Aluminium foil
twisted on a roll of Polo
in your pocket,
a crumpled paper tissue
and a penny.
Coins in tins: old francs,
Deutsch Marks, Gulden.
Shoe boxes of postcards,
your toothbrush.
A scrap of paper
in Ruth in your bible: 1945,
Vrijdag, 26 januari, 'Dead -
my poor, dear boy
at the age of 24 years, 3 months.'
A flower from the mountains,
the cross I gave you.
A receipt from Safeways:
butter, Anchor cheddar,
a loaf of bread. >>
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