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Friday, August 1, 2014

Poetry Friday: Sold

 
Sold
 
In this space, children
grew and flew; spouses whirled love.
We each say goodbye.
 
 
Lorie Ann Grover, 2014

4 comments:

  1. What a wistful poem--thanks for sharing it!

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  2. I read this immediately after reading Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden (on Savvy Verse & Wit's blog). Both of them gave me a pang.

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  3. Those goodbyes can be so hard. Sometimes even when you know you are moving on to something really good. I hope that's true for you.

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  4. I felt this way when my parents sold the house I grew up in after many, many years. At the time I was living in Australia. Some days I still regret not having the chance to say goodbye.

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