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Friday, September 07, 2012

CONVERSATION - poem



“Sssh, don’t say a word –
I’m just thinking of something
I’ve forgotten.” She concentrates.
The pain in my chest lingers.
Then, brightly she says,
“Will we have chicken and spaghetti,
Tonight, or will we just have
Baked beans?” Another sharp twinge.
I straighten up and breathe in.
“Well, you always have it easy,
Not having to make these questions …”

- Andrew Burke

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