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Click hereThis is the most personal poem that I have posted. I may share other things that I wrote in this period of my life in the future. I am putting this here because I realize that putting this out there may help me heal. Comments are welcome.
Half of me is gone
But she’s still here
Wanting no pity
Pulling herself up
Trying to do things
Her way
Even if I could
Her way is the way
Period
Half of me is gone
But she’s still here
She’s at the hospital
I want to go see her
But I don’t have a way
Everyone’s too busy
Should I walk
Thirty miles to visit her
No
Because she is not there
Half of me is gone
But she’s still here
I look in the mirror
And see her half
Her part in me
Her crooked pinkies
Her button nose
Her wry smile
Half of me is gone
But
But
But
This poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 40,000 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>
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Great stuff, Gina - reminds me of something I went through a couple of years ago. Very personal and courageously written.
Gina,
Your comments are on target. I am truly touched by who you are and your words. Keep writing, you inspire me.
It really made me miss some people in my life....almost brought a tear to my eye. Great poem gina...really great
Thank you, Gina. I was very touched by this poem.
--Kristine
GINA, THIS WAS SUPERB, WHAT MORE CAN I SAY . . . WHEN YOU'VE TRAVEL SIMILARITIES, EVERYTHING'S SO CLEAR TO SEE, FOR I'M ABOUT TO REVEL THIS ROAD YOU'VE ALREADY TAKEN, AND IT'S EXACTLY AS YOU SAY, HALF IS GONE AWAY! EVERYTHING'S HER WAY, NOTHING MORE TO SAY!! VERY WELL UNDERSTOOD, SO MUCH IN COMMON IT'S FREIGHTNING!! BUT I UNDERSTAND, YOUR SISTER IN SPIRIT! EBBY OF OM
I live on another continent - away from my parents and this poem hit me hard. I miss my folks, I miss what they mean to me and if I don't spend time with them, now, when they are around - I will not even have recent memories of them to take heart from.
Thank you Gina - for reminding me - some good things / good people cannot come back once they are gone.
Lots of love,
ErectusMaximus
got it...the other half didn't...grin!
what a witty string of poems
pearls...pearl of a poem!