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In memory of my dear friend Phillip J. Screen
Tell me why, after all this time,
I look for the moon at night,
in its three quarter lunar phase,
surrounded by a misty halo.
And I think of you.
And I miss you.
Every month of every year.
The three quarter moon was radiant,
on that unexpected cold July night.
The night before God took you to his side,
with your strong will and reluctance to go.
The three quarter moon, with its misty halo,
I stare at it to connect with you and feel you,
and be comforted with thoughts that you are free.
Every month of every year,
it seems to follow me.
And it is a sullen reminder,
that you should still be here.
(May 2007)
Cathleen Hodgkinson
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