Poetry

Solitude - Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I Don't Remember... by Ash L Bennett

I Don't Remember... I don't remember, any more, The exact shape of your hands As I held them in mine, Caressed them, Memorized the length of your fingers, The depth of your calluses.

By Elana Bell what extra scrap of bread what glance from a slop-drunk SS Weekly Poem: 'Visiting Auschwitz' | Art Beat | PBS NewsHour

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

I came across this poem recently in StumbleUpon.

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