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POW #2...
OVERLOOKING THE RIVER
we stood at the Fraserview cemetry
on the hill overlooking the River
below the city dump and the running rodents
above the B.C. penitentiary and the restless cons
beyond Woodlands institution and the beautiful misfits
sad and weeping
we sang her favorite hymns
showing how to go over the hillside steep
with the rugged cross and rugged way
to feed the hungry to heal their hearts
the convicts, misfits and rats
my mothers funeral 1947
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6 comments:
Even the convicts, misfits and rats are deserving of redemption. Thanks for sharing the poem, and the lovely paintings.
Wayne,
Excellent poem for Rall's prompt. I like the juxtaposing you did here.
Pamela
Poignant and powerful! Your description mixing the rodents and the convicts and the hymns was wonderful ... loved this poem!
Nicely Wayne, I like the stark contrasts here!
It is 63 years since your mother's funeral..but still a significant event in your life.The child in us all no matter how old always bears the imprint of the mother.
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