grief
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The sun is nowhere to be seenand an icy wind is slicing throughleafless trees. An old friend has diedand another is trying to hold onto his once brilliant mind. In warmer weather I often meet turtlesI know on this path, now coveredwith snow. Winter doesn’t matter muchto us anymore. Our Stonehenge folks,who, like us, were Read more
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I dream I’ve just come upa steep sand dune when I see her on the beachtossing a multicolored ball back and forth with friends.My heart sings! I walk along the water’s edgeand there she is again. I go to her and ask,How did you survive? She smiles andshakes her head. Tears of joy—It’s true, she’s Read more
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Our little houndloves to nose the ground, sniffing grass and leaveswhere aroma symphonies sing to him. So today,parked at the store his old brown eyes begto leave the car. Each stone, leaf, weedhe meets is new as he pushes hisgray muzzle through savoring the delightsof his much shorter life. We return to the carwhere I Read more
Selected Poems by Tom Crider 