Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

Naomi Bird - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

She raised nine children
in that house at Laurel.
An eyesore to the drivers
passing, on their way to Canada,
so baby-powder blue.

But looking back,
it suited all of you.

Ralph was a linesman
for the company,
communication is
the future, so he said,
and often gone,
but always home
for Christmas.

He died last year,
I was not at the grave.

Your heart of gold
was always happy
to behold
the inner beauty
of all people.
You took the time
that had not even
been created
and loved the world,
with not a mean word
in your repertoire.

It stopped that night
as gently as you lived
as if to not disturb
your last night's sleep.
And you have gone now
to the other, better side.

I have not seen your grave
but rest in peace
and confidence.
I will.


Comments about Naomi Bird by Herbert Nehrlich

  • (9/20/2005 9:03:00 AM)


    Very sweet and soothing...one can only hope to go that easily. (Report) Reply

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  • (9/20/2005 8:31:00 AM)


    A sweet elegy, Herbert. Lovely sentiments, very light, almost ethereal. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 20, 2005



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