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“She trusted too much.”

May 14, 2021 Riverside

isn’t a poem always in draft?

get the heck out of here, street person

the gent wore a thin sweatshirt-hoodie, at 711

who are you street person

be nice to my daughter, cannot look

she gave and smiled too much

not a nice gent , you can just tell .

Eulogy for a daughter

saying goodbye takes some doing

Come and go you do

Words that come to mind unexpected but expected grief ing Natalie l e v I and I l y a s and, of course, Ron

Life has a way of biting you in the ass

Strong constitution fighting we never gave in

Tree breezes you are whispering now

When you love someone so much how can you not see them again

should I write this down

She was kind to a fault

Friends from San Juan Capistrano remember camping

Lizzy lost her fight and she fought like hell

She’s not you . I’ll love her just the same

Dedicated to the ones who had to depart. See you down the road

She had a way of seeing me before I saw myself brave that way

No one can say for sure what happens when we die but one thing is for certain the ones who love us will remember us

What’s remembered, lives

“May the Lord comfort you!”

Eight mos

I see lizzy in levi/does levi see Me in lizzy/on the beach that may/this i vowed in my grief/to love levi the same

Dad

Hi Dad ~ I look like you and in temperament. What happened to you Dad? You shared little and kept the past to yourself. . .

Thomas W. Reed, RIP 1933-2014

 

“In Villa Rica, Georgia, there is a small cemetery. The graves date back to the 17th century. Some of the oldest graves at Hillcrest Cemetery belong to Cherokee Native Americans. Among the graves, too, are soldiers of the failed Confederacy. It was a cold, windy, cloudy day. Perhaps that was appropriate for the melancholy I felt as I walked among the dead. For here lie fathers, mothers, daughters, and sons.”  CO

Villa Rica, Georgia