Strawberries
By lloydj4
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They came out funny,
like broken hearts.
I’m not sure what went wrong.
I followed the instructions.
Planted in July, not too close together, good soil,
watered well. Every day,
like clockwork, as soon as I got home.
You were fading, I could see that.
So I grew strawberries.
Planted them, nurtured them, gave them love.
A few weeks, they said.
Nothing to be done.
One month later, flowers.
I picked one, put it on your pillow.
You smiled.
I promised I’d bring them to you.
You slept.
And now, here they are.
In a bowl, picked and plucked.
Like broken hearts,
all for you.
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Absolutely charming and the
Absolutely charming and the loss to disease is delivered so casually. It made my heart ache just reading it. This is an example of making a metaphor like strawberries work with real originality, the simplicity of it is very well served for such a complex subject. Not sure of the title but then it isnt my business, really. It feels too jovial somehow. A lovely poem, Lloyd.
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Oh my, like Vera, your poem
Oh my, like Vera, your poem made my heart hurt. Simple acts of love, all we can do sometimes. Lovely poem.
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