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Also written for my friend.  R.I.P EMS

Hello again.  I wrote this poem about a friend who moved to Baltimore with her alcoholic father.  She killed herself within three days of the move with an overdose of perscription meds.  this was two years ago, and I miss her so much.  Hope you like it.

This is my sister's poem. She wrote it in October 2012, and just now wrote a sequel, so I decided to put them both up. The sequel is called "Reunited".

She originally posted it on Facebook with this text;

"So on average, I write poetry about... never. But today my English class was exceptionally dreary, so instead of listening to my English prof, I spontaneously decided to write about something that's been weighing deep in my heart since last night and share it here on Facebook.

Behold, the Lament of the Pencil."

So again, this is my sister Sarah's poem. I do have her permission to post it and the sequel "Reunited" here. I'll let her know about any comments, so feel free to address them directly to her!

Link to Reunited:

http://www.postpoems.org/authors/remniscent/poem/947466

in death we learn....

I'm not sure why I wrote this one, I've never been unfortunate to lose many people over the years, just a Step-Granddad. I remember he was a nice man, he used to always give us custard creams and lemonade and a fiver. He had a bungalow in the countryside and it had a small stone wall all the way around it, behind his house was just hills of fields. So I guess this one is for you.