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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460378" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>0007 I thought of her</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">and suddenly this morning, I thought of her; <br>not in the Christmas way -<br>thinking of you at this time, <br>we must meet, sometime in the New Year…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but with the sense of loss<br>and the sense of gratitude<br>so strongly present together<br>that there’s no point<br>in balancing the two; they live in<br>two different worlds; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">remembering how I would phone you<br>who had time for everybody<br>and never looked at the clock or watch<br>as we talked about ourself until time itself were weary..<br>(then came the pointed, quiet alignment...) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">knowing what a treat it was going to be<br>but I’d have to be on my mettle..<br>and when welcomed, and the tea made, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">it was as if you rejoined a conversation<br>about things that really matter<br>which you and she – well, OK, she –<br>had been talking about, <br>gently, seriously, all her life; and yet as if <br>she had never formulated a thought about it before, <br>until you brought it up; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and together, you and she<br>would hear the sound of wisdom<br>as if it were newborn that day, in that tidy room.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Loss; and gratitude.<br>A single lady of advancing years, <br>serious eyes, with a sparkle waiting there, <br>a smile ready at the corners of her mouth<br>as if it waited on the prompt of love<br>in some high golden play.<br>I’m told she had more annual Valentine cards <br>than anyone would have known.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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