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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=363416" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>She Remembered</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She looked at the rolling hills <br>and valley below, <br>at a place she once called her home <br>as she waited at a bus stop <br>to take her away anywhere <br>and she remembered how it started <br>all those long years ago.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How loved had captured her heart <br>and would never let her go. <br>She remembered with a tear <br>how he had got down on one knee <br>and proposed to her, <br>and how she had accepted <br>so freely to share his life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then she remembered that wonderful day <br>in spring when the scent of apple blossom <br>drifted through the air. <br>The day she walked up the isle <br>a beautiful bride that day <br>and all the smiles <br>that everyone sent her way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She remembered those first years, <br>all the struggles they had <br>and how alive and happy <br>both of them had been. <br>She remembered the first dark cloud <br>that circled overhead <br>and all the questions that swirled around her head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How she had accused him <br>of being untrue to her. <br>He de-neighed every word, <br>said she had spoken out of haste <br>and never let him explain. <br>A dark cloud of suspicions <br>whether they were right or wrong <br>clouded her true vision of what was going on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She became quick tempered, <br>snapping at everything he said. <br>The dark clouds grew ever more darker, <br>until she was blinded to the truth in front of her. <br>He was not doing anything <br>that was wrong, <br>only working long hours <br>to keep his family fed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then she got the call everyone dread to hear, <br>there had been an accident <br>in which he was involved. <br>They didn’t know how serious, <br>only she should get to the hospital quick.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dark clouds evaporated <br>as she rushed to the hospital <br>only to find that he was dead. <br>She remembered all the things <br>she had accused him of <br>and how he had strongly de-neighed <br>and remembered all the hurtful things <br>she said to him each day. <br>How she hadn’t even said goodbye <br>on the day he died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the inquest it came out <br>it was a lack of concentration <br>that had lead to the accident. <br>She could never forgive herself <br>for what she had done to him. <br>She tried to stay in the house, <br>the house they called their home. <br>Every room held a memory <br>of how cruel she had been to him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How the green-eyed monster <br>of jealousy had crossed her path. <br>Day after day, she tried to cope <br>with all the wrong she had done. <br>All the walls seem to point a finger of shame at her. <br>No longer could she stand it, <br>she had to get away. <br>She packed everything she needed, <br>locked the door and walked away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She took a long last look across the valley <br>at what her anger and shame <br>was about to take away. <br>As she remembered all the good times, <br>more tears fell from her eyes. <br>She turned away as the bus <br>came to a halt at the stop. <br>She paused for a moment <br>as she climbed aboard <br>and wondered if one day <br>she might ever return.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>21 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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and valley below, 
at a place she once called her home 
as she waited at a bus stop 
to take her away anywhere 
and she remembered how it started 
all those long years ago.

How loved had captured her heart 
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