Gina

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.

Goodbye.

◄ The Forever Soldier

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Hannah Collins

Mon 18th Nov 2019 21:18

Thank you so much Hugh.

Hannah

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Hugh

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.

Hannah

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Jon

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
Jon

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poemagraphic

Fri 15th Nov 2019 21:10

very moving tribute H

It captured the essence of an everlasting friendship

Po

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Hannah Collins

Fri 15th Nov 2019 20:32

Thanks so much Don.

Hannah

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Don Matthews

Fri 15th Nov 2019 20:29

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

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