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Sunday, July 18, 2021

An old poem retrieved from my files

Plane Crashes, No Survivors


grief

for ourselves
alone, so alone
a father, a brother
an uncle, a friend

raw pain scorches
no tears left
a gaping hole
where there once was a heart



regret

half-empty album
for daughters on bicycles
bridal bouquets
and grandchildren's hugs

novels half-finished
cases untried
missing puzzle pieces 
will never be found



memory

remembering Jim
a laugh sent by email
my Internet friend
who wrote gorgeous prose

quest for adventure
beyond the next cloud
exuberant pilot
will soar forever


Copyright 1997, Barbara Etlin, all rights reserved

In memory of Jim Osborne (1948-1997)


4 comments:

  1. Both heartbreaking and wistful. Loss.

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  2. Oh Barb, my heart leaped into my throat. Hugs. Loss and regrets are painful. May the memories bring you joy and light.

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    1. Thanks, Vijaya. He was an early critique partner and a talented novelist.

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