<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391738" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Grace</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This air is flooded with her. I am a boy again, and my mother<br>and I lie on wet grass, laughing. She startles, turns to<br>marigolds at my side, saying beautiful, and I can see the red<br>there is in them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When she would fall into her thoughts, we'd look for what<br>distracted her from us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mother's gone again as suddenly as ever and, seven months<br>after the funeral, I go dancing. I am becoming grateful.<br>Breathing, thinking, marigolds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Forrest+Hamer">Forrest Hamer</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391738" data-title="Grace de Forrest Hamer" data-description="This air is flooded with her. I am a boy again, and my mother and I lie on wet grass, laughing. She startles, turns to marigolds at my side, saying beautiful, and I can see the red there is in them. When she would fall into her thoughts, we'd loo..."></div> </div> </div>

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