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997 · Mar 2017
Bag O' Bones
claudia burdick Mar 2017
All just a bag of old bone ,
Rattling around in a rickety house.
Listening to the crickets ,cricket,
Bag O' bones .
waiting for the cricket to stop.
304 · Mar 2017
To much
claudia burdick Mar 2017
hate,
loneliness
to much forgotten
sadness
to much
we can't take anymore
245 · Mar 2017
we built it
claudia burdick Mar 2017
We went to the cabin
we built that bench we planned and talked about
A symbol of our life together
it should stand until we end
206 · Mar 2017
Lynn
claudia burdick Mar 2017
She rides with the wind now,
Mounted on Gypsy Dancer
red wisps flying in the breeze
no longer hindered by this firmament
spirit and soul free at last to wander the gardens of heaven.
She rides the wind ,now untethered, no straps to hold her , free of the pains of knowing
She rides the wind now,
Mounted on gypsy dancer,sprigs of rosemary woven in her hair.
She will not forget she will not be forgotten

— The End —