TITLE: For Marge
By Pamela Lake
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We waited for you in the twilight,
Expecting your laughter to bounce
Off the walls in the hallways
Cascading down like a waterfall into the kitchen
Resting on our ears like a song.
We waited for you in the morning,
Wanting to hear your cry of delight
As the partridge gathered to indulge in your
Reckless generosity of cracked corn;
Clucking, pecking until full; then gone.
We waited for you in the noontide,
Looking for you among the flowers that you planted;
Nurturing, watering them like beloved children;
Sprinkling the yard with ribbons of color
Until Fall when they would be gone.
We waited for you in the diamond studded snow,
Which you’d sweep from the sidewalk,
Flinging glistening gems into the air like glitter
Swirling in the bright sun;
We looked for you, your smile, warm and hilarious.
We didn’t call you marvelous for nothing.
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