Poems from the bottom of my anxious heart
Friday, March 9, 2012
The Connor Boy
He wasn't four long
before this bench
overlooking the lake
was dedicated in
loving memory
with a copper plaque
that won't last either.
We have to let go of
everything.
Copyright (c) 2012 Ellen McCarthy. All rights reserved.
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April 28, 2012 at 8:07 AM
Wonderful. So simple. So true.
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Wonderful. So simple. So true.
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