Vol. 43 No. 1 1976 - page 85

This the echo of
your grief not her cheek
against your face not
her laughing not her
hugging, holding hands
If I could I'd give
you her voice in a
line and hear it sound
my own self like it
used to in this room.
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This for me and for
you for Lena and
Honey and the kids.
Vangy gived flowers
ro the living; I
told her and I know
she knowed something of
what she mean to me:
Love don't always make
life though it always
have ro try, have to
help what it put in
the world find all its
own ways to survive
Vangy: 3/25/43-12/26/74