Thelma...A Remembrance

There was something that jogged my memory
All of a sudden I was missing your company
I had not thought of you for years...
in the missing…I was moved to tears

Almost fifty years have past since we spoke last
I went seeking you and found the little hill overgrown
and green tarnish upon the bronze plaque upon your stone
You were robbed of womanhood while you were still a child
The roses around your grave are growing bushy and wild
I will come back bringing clippers and trim them all nice for you...
when I can spend more time as there is so much catching up to do ...

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