I'LL ALWAYS REMEMBER



that familiar ache

of running after dragonflies

holding up our skirts

floated

in echoes

only we can hear

so I picked those blooms

you wouldn't know it – not anymore

you ran

leaving a scent

but I will live here,



still chasing our dragonflies.














Author's Notes/Comments: 

For Joan, a beautiful cousin and playmate who married early… who died early. I'm a proud godmother of her child. She insisted on it even before she got married.

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poetvg's picture

awesome
love poem :*)