Jim Yerman Poems

It's funny what we remember about people…
the little things that stick inside our head…
today I am remembering
something she always said.
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"Why are you always holding Grandma's hand? " she asked.
Grandpa smiled…as was his way.
"The reason we hold hands, " he answered
"goes back to that first day."
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As we walked along a wooded path beside the river's edge
enjoying the evening breeze
we began to notice the sunset…
peeking through the trees.
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It was their 50th wedding anniversary
A truly memorable milepost
when, near the end of the evening,
the husband stood up to deliver a toast…
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We love to walk in the morning…we know our walk is not complete
unless we walk the way the native Americans did…
as if we're kissing the Earth with our feet.
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We followed the path to the top of a hill
not knowing what we might find
What we discovered was a lone headstone
surrounded by a circle of pines.
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We adults tend to lose ours innocence as the years unfold…
which is why the innocence of our children is a beauty we behold.

Children sing before they realize there even is a song.
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(If we only saw a field of flowers stretching out in a hundred rows
We may never truly appreciate the beauty of one rose.)

When I look at the life Deborah and I have had…
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She received a lot of advice after her Grandpa died
It seemed to come in waves…
They said Grandpa was in a better place…They told her to be brave.
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What is it about a sunset? What is it that we treasure?
What is it about a sunset…that we derive such pleasure?

It could be while we watch the sun as it slips out of the sky
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