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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=362280" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Eve</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Detdicated to Eve Croft<br>May she Rest In Peace</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>It was over forty years ago<br>when I first met her. <br>I had barely left my teens. <br>She was older than me; <br>in fact, she was a friend’s mother. <br>Divorce had left her lonely <br>with three sons to bring up. <br>Life was not easy, <br>not much time to herself. <br>Slowly after meeting her, <br>a friendship between us grew. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To make her life sustainable <br>I took her out <br>from time to time. <br>We held hands at the pictures <br>and when we went anywhere. <br>She often worried <br>what people would think of me. <br>I didn’t really care what people thought. <br>Eve was a friend <br>and there was nothing more to be said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the next couple of years <br>our friendship never wavered. <br>We would hug and smile <br>whenever we did meet. <br>There was never any romance involved, <br>we were just very good friends.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I never forget when she had an offer <br>to move in with someone. <br>She was so worried <br>that I would think badly of her. <br>She was almost in tears <br>when she told me his proposition. <br>I put my arm around her shoulder <br>and reassured her it was all right. <br>That our friendship would never diminish <br>regardless what she did.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sadly, her going away <br>was never meant to be. <br>She fell ill with cancer <br>and went to live with her sister <br>who would care for her. <br>It was the last time <br>I was ever to see her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was a few years later <br>I bumped into her eldest son. <br>When I asked him about his mum <br>he looked at me strangely <br>with tears holding back I his eyes. <br>She died I thought you knew. <br>I said that I didn’t.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He said he couldn’t stop <br>as he had a bus to catch, <br>and then he was gone. <br>With head bowed, I turned away <br>and started walking home. <br>Tears leaked from my eyes <br>making small lines across my cheeks. <br>My regret then and will always be <br>that I never had a chance <br>to say a proper goodbye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>1 January 2008</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q>
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May she Rest In Peace


It was over forty years ago
when I first met her. 
I had barely left my teens. 
She was older than me; 
in fact, she was a friend’s mother. 
Divorce had left her lonely 
with three sons to bring up..."></div>
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