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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic



She had managed to get out

and met you by the pond


where you had been waiting

and the morning air was fresh


and the birds were in song

and the flowers around the pond


were colourful

and she sat beside you


and said

Had to sneak out


the back way

before my mother


gave me chores

and anyway


it’s too nice a day

to be stuck indoors


and she looked at you

and smiled her bright smile


and you said

Glad you came


don’t like being here

unless you’re with me


it reminds me of you

this place


us being here together

and she said


Remember that time

we were here


and the rain came down

and we got drenched


and had to run to the barn

and shelter


and we were warm

and looked at each other


and then she stopped

and looked at the pond


and at the ducks there

and the bright morning sky


and you said

Yes that was a time to remember


and do you remember

that mouse that ran over your leg


and you screamed

and it echoed


around the barn

as if you were being murdered


and she laughed

and put her head


on your shoulder

and said


I can’t help it

if mice frighten me


and you sensed her head

against you


and wanted that moment

like all moments with her


never to end

but some how


to always to be there

memories and moments


and feelings

and the ducks


and the smell

of the morning air


always to be in my mind

and always to be there.

Submitted: April 27, 2012

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And so, and so it is - in mind, always there. Softly, sorrowfully.

Fri, April 27th, 2012 2:57pm


Thank you, Connie.

Fri, April 27th, 2012 12:05pm

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