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May 22
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Dharma

I Can Remember

The memories, 
Rush out,
Quickly. 

First I remember, 
Your long finger nails. 

The ones you always 
Painted a different shade of red. 

I remember how strong they were 
And how the radiation never made them
Brittle or short. 

I remember your soft, 
Hands,  
And how they grasped 
your coffee cup 

And the little 
Tink 
Your finger nails made 
After they hit the ceramic. 

I remember the collection 
Of pigs you had. 
Anything you could imagine 
Had a pig on it. 

I remember how short, 
And spiky, 
But still soft
Your hair got 
After chemo.  
How the tips were so short, 
They just stood straight up. 

I remember, 
Your love of socks,
Any sock, 
Tall or short, 
You had them all 

But most of all, 
I remember the things, 
That you couldn't.
That you can't 

The old stories and jokes. 

I remember it all.

But I locked it all away. 

Until the day, 
The alarms sound
And the gates open, 
And the water roars out. 

The water destroys, 
But the memories heal. 
It means, 
I can remember you. 



 
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  1. Fiona Ella
    May 22, 2017

    Wow. This is really powerful. These little details really drive in the strange things you remember after someone dies - and you did a good job not spelling out what's going on but still making it clear. I especially like the little bit about the pigs; I knew someone, who is now dead, who kept little statues of ducks everywhere in a similar vein, so that really resonated with me. I also like the bittersweet tone of the ending. Really wonderful. Vivid.

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  1. Dharma
    May 23, 2017

    Thank you so much! I really appreciate that you took the time to reply to my work it means a lot!

    Dharma Neil

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  1. billybob500
    May 23, 2017

    I like haw you put this in and haw you tell it. haw you put what the things the person had or the hair style.

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