"Suzanne"

in loving memory of Suzanne Figueroa.

                                                        You want me to write
(and you’re the only one that nags me to do so)
So I’ll share
 the first conversation
I recall having with
Tony’s wife

It was Thanksgiving,
and of course it was cold
Gary and Susan don’t allow smoking in the
house,
so I went outside
to join the others

Suzanne was out there,
looking fierce
and elegant
with her cigarette
and i just remember
how her voice startled me
because i didn’t think
such a petite lady
could have such a husky
drawl

"God, I hate when people put up Christmas decorations so early!"
I agreed with her.
Later that Christmas,
she gave me
a matching ivory scarf and beret.
I don’t have either pieces anymore,
unfortunately.

You don’t want to really talk to anyone
(and I know how you feel)
So I’ll reminisce about
Suzanne’s house
instead
A tree
in every room at Christmas
Her sketchbook
The looks
she used to give someone
when she thought someone was
talking nonsense

After selling my house,
I moved in to my mother’s house.
Thinking of Suzanne,
I put up two Christmas trees,
one in the living room,
one in the dining room.
I never told you about this.

I never got a chance to tell her
How much I wish she was my grandmother
So I’ll just tell
you
Instead

Reviews

[solsystemtillnervsystem]

I like this. Especially the final line.

[Dshaman14]

This is nice and touchy

and creative too,,,
nice write even it is not the old fashioned way of writing poems...
its nice too know many people are making new ways in making poem... free verse,,,