~Period.A Poem by Frieda PLast time I saw you, you were zoetic we take life's every day nuances for granted you dug us both a grave with your last breath memories keep you alive in your absence your face only visible within a photograph there is no sense of touch or grasp of poetry a period at the end of your sentence halted dead in its last tearful stanza all musical tracks mute by eradication © 2013 Frieda PAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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Added on June 11, 2013Last Updated on June 12, 2013 AuthorFrieda PNJAboutIf you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..Writing
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