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Turn On The Radio


In Memory of Cora Woodruff

My Mom

               
Cry not for me, I have not left.
I've merely changed addresses.
My love is here and will always be
in your smile and love for each other.
And if you feel a tear well up,
turn on the radio.
Listen close and you will hear me in the crowd;
Go Cubs, Go Braves and Touchdown Volunteers!
And late at night if you feel alone,
turn on the radio.
I will sing you a sweet, sweet song and sound like
Patsy Cline.
And Unforgettable it will be as we go,
Walking After Midnight.
Cry not for me, I have not left.
Just turn on the radio.


Don't touch that dial!
skye2009

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  • Shelby K
    May 18
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    wow this was an awsome poem. " cry not for me i have not left ive merely changed adresses." this was my favorite line. it really set the mood for the entire poem. it was a very emotional poem. im sure your mom would be proud. keep up the fantastic writing. i look forward to reading more of your work.


  • sinkfloridasink
    May 5

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    This was soooooooooo good. Such a beautiful tribute here, im sure you would make her proud. I like the way you put this... "Cry not for me, I have not left.
    I've merely changed addresses"


  • A dEaD dReAm
    February 25
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    this was amazing i loved your emotion...sorry its taking so long to judge i have to go threw and read each persons poem...i'm going to announce the winner after i finish reading all of the poems....i loved your vocabulary...and i felt every word:] and good luck


  • Wolf Run0
    February 21

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    "Cry not for me, I have not left.
    I've merely changed addresses."

    ...Oh...
    ...My...
    ...Gosh...

    Those lines, the first two, just kinda slapped me in the face with their 'wow'-ness. It's so stunning, the simplicity and imagery you have in this work; and it's even in the viewpoint not of the misser (the one doing the missing), but of the miss-ee! Cora Woodruff was a lucky mother, to have you be able to write such a legacy. It's a very wow piece (yes, I like using 'wow' as an adjective. It's fun.) and it absolutely blew me away from line one. Incredible.
    My only question was in the thirteenth line- "An Unforgettable it will be as we go, / Walking After Midnight." Did you mean "AND Unforgettable as we go"? I just couldn't make much sense of that bit.
    Your piece is simply stunning. I love it. Thank you for this heartfelt contest entry, and best of luck! God Bless!
    -Vivian