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Her Ocean

I walk into
the ocean,
her ocean.
I remember
we used to
swim here,
this was her
favorite fishing spot,
and here is our
favorite rock.
As I walk
further
along the beach,
I found the inlet
where our
first kiss was.
This spot was where
we would lay
side by side,
working on our tan.
I remember
this spot, htis was where we
took that picture
on her favorite horse.
OUCH!!
I stepped on
a piece
of sand glass,
the color of orange.
I picked it up,
and saved it to
put in her jar;
this would be
her first orange one.
Ever since
she died
of breast cancer,
I have come down here,
every day,
this is my refuge,
as well as hers.
I love you,
and I always will.

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Janessa Katzer

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  • Lowell Poe
    March 28, 2008

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    Oh my....
    i believe this old Irishman has a tear.
    Dont let your star be sorrow.
    We will all understand one day.
    Touching.

    God Bless
    LOWELL POE.


  • kira1115
    March 27, 2008
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    I love it. This poem shows that when someone dies, the relationship never leaves. I love this poem.


  • Perception
    March 27, 2008

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    Very interesting... I did so like this... but the brief lines left you wanting more... description... more tangible feeling... Something there...

    This was a lovely write though, and a very good read


  • SpiritMother
    March 27, 2008

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    I found one typo that needs corrected but other than that, this poem hits home..You have brought something beautiful to a memory..Bless you!
    (I remember
    this spot, htis was where we
    took that picture
    on her favorite horse.) Misspelled..'this"


  • TabbyJoy
    March 27, 2008
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    Awww.So heartbreaking! A simple ritual transformed into a memorial.


  • j-ay rose
    March 24, 2008

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    pretty sad piece you have here.

    "this spot, htis was where we" this?

    this section:
    "OUCH!!
    I stepped on
    a piece
    of sand glass,
    an orange.
    I picked it up,
    and saved it to
    put in her jar;
    this would be
    her first orange."
    is very unclear. what are you talking about?

    thank you very much for entering my contest and taking the time to follow instructions.


  • e m i l y
    March 18, 2008

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    You need to make your text white because it's
    very hard to read.
    I liked this poem a lot actually.
    Line one i think has a typo.
    Is it wald or walk?

    It was a cute poem.
    Keep writing my dear.

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