Wednesday, March 17, 2010


You did not proclaim solemn beliefs
Preach with big words
Or even give me sound advice

You did not look taller than me
But you lay on the ground
At my level, by my side, very close

Your arm rested on my chest
On my heavy heart
As a lifting power

Your breath caressed my cheek
As long as it took
To quiet my own breathing

poem from Here I sit, by Rene Fumoleau
contributed by Elli

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