Ode

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Don’t worry.
I remember.
I remember your sweet perfume,
So indescribable,
As your arms embraced me.
I remember staying up late
Polishing silver
Just to be with you.
I remember the heat of Arizona
In the middle of summer.
I remember you comforting me
The many times I was hurt.
I remember the horse,
The glass horse,
You gave me once.
I remember seeing the demon up close,
The one that took you from me.
I remember you saying
I will be there for you
As my sister graduated from high school.
But then you weren’t.

I remember leaving.
I remember the ballerina birthday cake.
I remember the many Thanksgivings.
But most of all, I remember crying.
You weren’t there then.
It was the first time I found out,
That you had cancer.
It was the first time I found out,
I had to be strong for you.
It was the first time I found out,
I would no longer see you.
Ever again.
There were many times after that,
That I cried for you.

If you were still with me,
If that monster hadn’t claimed you,
I would tell you I loved you,
That I will always love you.
I would tell you not to worry,
That I still remembered
And I would always remember.




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hey there,

First of all welcome to YWS!!

Awww. I definetly liked this. I thought it was just another blah love story thingy but it ended up about cancer! I actually have a poem like this one called Monster, if you could check it out that would be cool :)

Wow! It was really a lovely poem. I'm not very good at reviwing poetry :( but PM me if you ever have any questions! :)

~Jasmine Bells~
Peace, Love, Writing and Insanity
I am nothing
but a mouthful of 'sorry's, half-hearted
apologies that roll of my tongue, smoothquick, like 'r's
or maybe like pocket candy
that's just a bit too sweet.

~*~




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This touched my heart.
Cancer is a saddening topic, and honestly I did not expect that to come out of this poem.
I honestly teared up a little.
This was written from the heart, and it is so beautiful, yet so sad.
I suppose you could call it bittersweet.
It's written so everyone could understand it.
Thank you so much for sharing this with us.



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