Samantha
By Silver Spun Sand
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As time goes by...
they said
the wardrobe
would stop smelling
of you...so, best
shut-tight the door...
that dent in the pillow
where your head
rested next to mine
would fill out –
given time...
your painting
of an off-kilter rainbow,
wouldn’t make me smile
every once in a while;
that red-admirals
wouldn’t bring to mind
what a butterfly brain
you had
and the willow tree
you planted,
three years ago
last July,
would cease
to remind me
how you stuck
a fork in your foot
that afternoon
and we rushed you
to A & E
and how very brave
you were and how
I dried your tears
in the car
coming home.
How ‘Your Song’
wouldn’t be ‘our song’
anymore. And I guess
that may be so...
if you sing it with him now,
Samantha.
“You see I’ve forgotten
if they’re green or they’re blue,
anyway...the thing is what I really mean –
yours are the sweetest eyes
I’ve ever seen...”
Bernie Taupin
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