Poem for a Memory
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
Jevon Link came to Eliza’s door
ten years ago on Valentine’s Day
holding a bouquet of roses
pink I think.
She dried
and painted
them.
I look at her watercolour
every morning.
Jevon Link came to Eliza’s door
ten years ago on Valentine’s Day
holding a bouquet of roses
pink I think.
She dried
and painted
them.
I look at her watercolour
every morning.
