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