
Fred with his hero, Tony Gwynn. Rumor has it some of Fred’s
ashes may have found their way to Tony’s Memorial at Petco Park.
Time in Memory
Today my mind goes back eight years
returns in tears
but that last day
won’t go away
his skeletal hand trembled so
eight years ago
his eyes were dim
as I fed him
He stopped, gave me a startled look
then he shook
lay back in bed
I think I said
I love you as I tiptoed out
looked back in doubt
went out the door
could not do more
That night as I lay down alone
I heard the phone
don’t miss your chance
called ambulance
Our children came from far away
arrived next day
we never heard
another word
And time keeps moving on and on
forever gone
I fear the phone
I lie alone
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This is a stunning, moving and brilliant poem. Made me cry. And I totally get the phone thing…
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Your rhyme is mysterious to me. How do you do it? It contributes so much to this sad poem
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Called a minute poem. Check it under shadow poetry. I like the form, too