Wednesday, June 13, 2012

For Rose Marie


The screen door squeaking as we tried to sneak quietly in and out while Grandma and Granddaddy were napping in the afternoon.
All the words to "Delta Dawn" and "Let Me Be There."
A stack of True Story magazines.
Easter eggs hidden three or four times.
A gullible cousin to hang on your every word and whispered secret (that's me, listening to you).
Fixing plates and sitting on the stairway at Thanksgiving.
Maybe a slide or two down those same worn stairs.

I'm sorry the best memories are from so long ago. 
I'm sorry you couldn't find your peace in this lifetime.
I can hear your voice and see your face, and I hope you are in a happy place.



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