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A Remembrance (Pat's Place)

By Wil C. Fry, May 4, 2001, 23:59

Copyright © 2001 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.


Dim and yellow lamplight
Illuminates the wrinkled faces
Sitting in chairs gathered 'round
The glowing stories
And laughter echoes off the walls
There were once as young as I
I, in my chair pulled back from the circle
My hands clasped, my mouth silent
My ears attentive, my heart sighing
My eyes moist
The stories take us back a few years
And my brother, younger still,
Reclines upon the floor —
It'll be many years before he is
In one of those chairs
And I, in between, I alone can
Grasp the breadth of the span of years
Seeing both sides
While outside the brooding envelope of
Storm skittering about
A flash of sky, a rumble of foreboding
The wind that wraps the house
On the hill
In the country
Far from anywhere



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