Poem of the Week: 'Forgotten Sound'

Each week, Upper Moreland-Willow Grove Patch is happy to present poems selected by the members of the .

This week's poem:

"Forgotten Sound"

By Beatriz Moisset

We carried his remains
To the little cemetery
In the little Midwestern town.
One of many little towns in the Midwest,
The one where he had lived a blissful childhood,
Where two generations of relatives
Were waiting for him.

Time moves very slowly
When you are hurting so much.
They said that after a year
The pain begins to ease out.
Not true!
How much longer would it take?

One day I was startled by a sound,
Once familiar but long forgotten:
My own laughter
At some silly little thing.
Then I knew.

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A little more about this week's poet: Beatriz Moisset

Moisset was born in Argentina and has been a resident of the United States for about 40 years. She is a biologist by profession, and a photographer and painter by avocation.

"I finally found the way to combine all these different interests in one single package when I became interested in . I have been photographing and painting them and studying their biology and ecology, and I probably could spend the rest of my life doing so because the subject is endlessly fascinating and of tremendous esthetic, ecological and economic importance."

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