hillcrest

Posted on June 1, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

we used to ride bikes here
our tires fluttering with playing cards
threaded & tied to the spokes

how many times did we race past
this spot
where I would bury you?

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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12 Responses to hillcrest

  1. Kyle says:
    June 1, 2012 at 3:42 pm

    wow that’s beautiful and heartbreaking in equal amounts – thank you susan

  2. Rhonda says:
    June 1, 2012 at 5:22 pm

    my heart cries and sings for you at the same time. i am so happy you have those wonderful memories of her. one day sus…one day together again. you’ll ride bikes as you did as children. blessings my friend
    R

    • Susan L Daniels says:
      June 1, 2012 at 5:50 pm

      Hey, it was a sweet memory with a twist–thanks so much–no tears here. I will have to google map this so you can see this place…..how close it was to our house–eerie & don’t blame my mom for selling it once her headstone was pre-carved after my dad died. She literally could see where she was going to be buried every time she looked out the kitchen window.

  3. jeglatter says:
    June 1, 2012 at 5:27 pm

    Beautiful, beautiful poem Susan.

  4. Noel Ihebuzor says:
    June 1, 2012 at 8:38 pm

    weep not, child! Would these verses from the christian scriptures console you?
    Behold, I have conquered the world!
    Death, where is your sting? Death, where is your victory?

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