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1969
Sitting on the porch in the rocking chair
looking at the photograph
she remembered back to the days
they used to laugh.
As she drank hot tea from the teapot
she sat and thought in discontent
when he would tell her that
she was heaven sent.
They used to sit together and eat
hot dogs and toss orange peels
Now that shes all alone
it seems unreal.
Before he passed on he gave her a
grandfather clock
She sat it next to the footstool
near the brick walk.
They would drink maple leaf tea
and water from the water jug
She just wishes she could of
stolen one more hug.
She is all alone now sitting on the porch
eating pastries from the pastry cart
now she is the one who has
the broken heart.
Very nice. Reminds me of a poem a girl in my English class wrote about a woman who lost her husband to an accident.. The teacher liked it so much that he had us write a poem from the husbands point of view (I got a zero, couldn't write poetry then)
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