a poem from ana christy

from: ANA CHRISTY anakatrina50@gmail.com

You’d have been proud of me
Rolling my own
Joints
And drinking without
You
I toasted you every time
Finding my keys
How I find my glasses
Now
Without you
You’d have been proud
Of me in the morning
Making the coffee in the
Morning and not spilling
Any
I
Have shed a million tears
And have a million more
I
Play our music
You would
Have been proud of me
Our Dylan our
Beatles, our Stones
Singing that old George
Jones song “Whose going
To fill their shoes?”
Over
And over till my heart hurt
So bad I almost lost it
The strength I’ve endured
These last few months
You would have been damn
Proud of me
Living without you has
Been harder than I could
Ever have known.
You’d have been proud of me
The way I stroked your
Silky hair and begged you
To hear me softly scream
“I love you.”
I love you.”
With
Your loving eyes closed
You
Have emptied your side of
The bed
You would have been proud
Of me

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Ana, I just successfully put this moving poem on Dave's FACEBOOK page. I will now do the others!

In Freedom,
Frank Moore