Inspired by a chat with a family friend on the occasion of his wife's death after a long illness.
And walking through the house unscented
With just a smile upon her nakedness,
Is something I'll remember.
Her way of humming to herself
And making all around demented
Not seeing any ugliness in life,
Is something I'll remember.
She didn't think about herself
And tried so hard to tell me nothing
Thinking all the time how not to hurt me,
Still, I lost her in December.
Poetry by Laz Clements
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Written on 2014-08-19 at 18:27
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I REMEMBER
Her way of stepping from the bathAnd walking through the house unscented
With just a smile upon her nakedness,
Is something I'll remember.
Her way of humming to herself
And making all around demented
Not seeing any ugliness in life,
Is something I'll remember.
She didn't think about herself
And tried so hard to tell me nothing
Thinking all the time how not to hurt me,
Still, I lost her in December.
Poetry by Laz Clements
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Written on 2014-08-19 at 18:27
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