Hold Dear
Rolland didn’t like her
but he wasn’t in love
with her as you were
he never saw beyond
the skin and hair never
saw the inner beauty
the part that God or
some other deity put
there he’d sit with you
at the back of class in
school hands behind
his head acting like
Brando real cool and
you having her in your
sight remembering the
kisses and the feel of her
in your arms and she sitting
there in her school uniform
across the room looking
at you now and then with
a small smile and bright eyes
not knowing then that cancer
would have its grip on her
in some later year and take
away that aspect of her you
remember and hold dear.
poem by Terry Collett
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