'Reflections On My Refrigerator Door' Poem by Linda Winchell

On my refrigerator door
Hang some clippings of friends
That have in time passed.

I thought they would always be here with me
But there live's just didn't last.

Two were women I had worked with
Who's live's had normal, pains of wear and tare.
But the times that I remembered most
Was the ones that we would sometimes share.

How the kids were doing in school
A shoulder maybe for at times to cry.
I will miss them as my life goes on
I will miss them as my years pass by.

I use to hang the children's drawings
When I was a mother with two young sons.
But now my refrigerator door holds much different memories
Of penned those Obituary column clippings, now hung.