Gina my cousin

She was the type who would never die

Had always been there,

All grown up when I was still a child.

Laughing, teasing, bringing me toys and sweeties,

Flirting with my daddy

Taking his arm as he walked her to the station.


She would burst in every Saturday

Her voice like sunflowers and daffodils,

Smelling like oranges and strawberries,

The way they do when you're a child.


That was back then.

Later she'd had two husbands and two children

But was destined to be alone.

She sent me a letter,

They always send a letter just before they die.

Her letter said,

No more laughter, just loneliness and tiredness and the need to cry.


She was the type who would never die,

But one summer day,

Full of sparkling shadows and glowing leaves,

Gina passed away.

The sun had slipped behind a cloud in the tragic sky,

Then part of my life,

Who I am

Said goodbye.


◄ The Forever Soldier

Got Any Change Luv . . . ? ►


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Hannah Collins

Sat 21st Dec 2019 15:53

Many thanks Martin.


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Martin Elder

Mon 16th Dec 2019 22:28

Such a beautiful way to remember somebody who was dear to you. beautifully put as always Hannah
Nice one

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Hannah Collins

Mon 18th Nov 2019 21:18

Thank you so much Hugh.


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Mon 18th Nov 2019 21:09

Extremely sad, but brilliant.

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Hannah Collins

Mon 18th Nov 2019 20:52

Thank you Don and Po so much.
A dear cousin who died very recently.


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Sat 16th Nov 2019 00:36

Hi Hannah
I read this poem a few times and I especially love the second and fourth stanza's.
Sad but delightfully expressed.
Well done

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Hannah Collins

Fri 15th Nov 2019 20:32

Thanks so much Don.


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Don Matthews

Fri 15th Nov 2019 20:29

So good Hannah. Nice to see you back....

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