Memory Poem by Steven Federle

Memory



“Memory”

sometimes in mass
as sacred songs
wash over me like rain,

I break free
and drift
into memory,

and again you rise,
your tears flow
as tears fill my eyes,
your dying breath
whispering
good bye;

after so many years,
the knife still cuts
and again, and
again

I cry.

(20 May 2015)

Thursday, May 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: cancer,grief
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Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
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