Jim Yerman Poems

(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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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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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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"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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Yesterday we celebrated mothers with a Facebook shout out or a tweet
we called them, gave them gifts…perhaps we took them out to eat.

And it is wonderful to honor the person who first sent us on our way
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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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PATHS THAT CROSS

After crossing paths with a parent of two of my former students
it instantly occurred to me…
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When our heart is filled with sorrow we find it hard to comprehend
why this happened in our life…why to our family or friends?

Yet it's preposterous to think in a world where every living thing must die
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They walk a different path each morning
as a new day's begins to glow..
They fill a picnic basket and they drive
It doesn't matter where they go.
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I pass this lovely bougainvillea every day and am happily aware
how a bush this bright and beautiful can exist with oh so little care.

It is a fact of nature…one we can't dispute
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