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Sunday, August 21, 2011

John's Balcony


We laughed.
We spoke.
I occasionally cried.
He often joked.
Libations overflowed,
sometimes until dawn.
He shared his emotions openly,
never withdrawn.
The balcony at his place,
with a tree that hid a wry face.
It was our comforting assuage
that eased the burdens of life,
as we stood daily on its stage.

August 22, 2011, is the third anniversary of the death of my dearest friend, John David Cochran. His friendship was a gift and his spirit will live forever ...
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2 comments:

  1. Mama CochranSunday, August 21, 2011 at 2:16:00 PM EDT

    I love you so much for never forgetting him. Thank you for being such a special friend to him!!!

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  2. Bonnie M. MorétSunday, August 21, 2011 at 4:15:00 PM EDT

    I will never forget him. He possessed qualities lacking in so many ... you raised him right ;-)

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