Jim Yerman Poems

Cancer is an ugly disease…not only for the life it takes
But for all the sorrow and sadness…left floating in its wake….

Although I did not know her personally I've kept abreast of cases she has tried
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As I once again watched hate emerge from a person the other day
this thought occurred to me…
What if the world was suddenly plunged into darkness?
A darkness so thick no-one could see.
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We have in our possession an old and weathered griddle
that's been making pancakes in our house
since our children and grandchildren were little
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One thing this pandemic has been doing from the very start
is forcing us to look at life a little differently…as we stand 6 feet apart.

It's allowing us to reevaluate as we adjust our day to day…
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I had a dream last night…
I know dreams aren't always as they appear…
this one had me teaching……and I've been retired for 6 years.
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There is a wise old saying…an ancient Chinese gem:
When three people walk together my teacher is among them.

We had a simple dinner with some friends and the first thing I was taught
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What can I say to ease your sorrow? In a lifetime of words I've spoken…how do I find the right ones…
to ease a heart that's broken?

When I see that you are hurting…that you're struggling
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I remember the aroma of Grandma's cookies…in the oven baking
and in the jar upon the counter…ready for the taking.

For any occasion or no occasion…I'm not exaggerating
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We discovered her this morning…as we walked along the street
A tiny bird with a spot of yellow…lying at our feet.

Deborah bent down and picked her up…not a feather disturbed on her head…
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