Janet Smith - Poem by Joseph Damico
When I told Janet about the poems I have written through the years,
She said, "Mr. Damico, it's sad. They'll turn to dust and disappear.
If you'll let me help you file, in order, all your poetry,
I'll gather a list of contests and publishers who'll take your poetry."
We worked well together. I was straight man for her repartee.
She a high school teacher on sabbatical avoiding boring days.
Leaving the poems with her, I left to visit sisters in New York State.
Janet almost revealed the truth with, "Come back soon. I can't wait."
When I returned I got a first-time-ever hug with repartee.
I asked about her drastic loss of weight and wiped our tears away.
A furious anger grew inside of me- I asked of Him above.
"Please! Take me! Not her! She's so young, so brave, so full of love!"
With only her friend, Susan, and I to hold her hands; Janet died Dec.5. 1996
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