HOLD DEAR.

A BOY AND HIS LOVED ONE.

Rolland didn’t like her

but he wasn’t in love

 

with her as you were

he never saw beyond

 

the skin and hair never

saw the inner beauty

 

the part that God or

some other deity put

 

there he’d sit with you

at the back of class in

 

school hands behind

his head acting like

 

Brando real cool and

you having her in your

 

sight remembering the

kisses and the feel of her

 

in your arms and she sitting

there in her school uniform

 

across the room looking

at you now and then with

 

a small smile and bright eyes

not knowing then that cancer

 

would have its grip on her

in some later year and take

 

away that aspect of her you

remember and hold dear.