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Shroud
By jack paper
Mind numb
Feeling cold
I stand
By this bed
Where
I was conceived
We all were
I believe
She’s here
Supine
Every labored breath
Any one
Could be her last
Her face
Old so old
But beautiful
Tired
She looks cold
Blue and gray
Carefully
I pull the sheet
Up over
Distended abdomen
I Cover scars
From scopes and scalpels
One cancerous organ
Life ten times filled
Removed
I pull
Past curled hands
That bathed and clothed us
Past arms
That bore
Past breast
Where each
Suckled
Pulled then tucked
‘Round shoulder washed
By a thousand tears
Now today
The shroud
Will warm
Not cover
Beautiful face
Old so old
Tired.
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© 2006 tgatmatt
Published on Wednesday, December 13, 2006.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
Comments on "Shroud"
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A former member wrote:
I read this slowly..letting each line ripen with meaning.I had to wipe the tears from my eyes to finish.
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On Tuesday, March 6, 2007, Mari
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wrote:
i lOVE this. great imagery says it all.
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A former member wrote:
This was very sad...pierces through
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A former member wrote:
This is sad...
did your mom die?
if so, i feel sorry for you.
If I understood this wrong, I appologize. In which case this is still very creepy in a good way
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On Wednesday, January 17, 2007, blue
(1409) wrote:
zzz. this gave me the shivers! job well done. ~b
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A former member wrote:
this was so deep and raw. i could feel every line. nicely done. ~ red.
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