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=FERN= reid's first poem, ever
R_Reid_Welch

Her last season—I was ten
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—knew she was ill, was all.
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Several weekends were sleep-
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overs—in Coral Gables, with her.
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Lemon rolled briskly under the palms
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sliced in half—with peppermint sticks
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for sipping straws. There were
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scrapbook tours of a girlhood grown old
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far from the catchings of crawdads
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in Cedar Rapids' ponds. Coins were
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baked in a birthday cake.
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I learned to help to seal the preserves.
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Pour molten paraffin atop—the sweet;
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install the seal, turn down the rim.
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One weekday I heard my mother
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on the phone from another room:
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We don't expect her to outlast
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the summer. Then I knew
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—to not ask her
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for more than I had overheard.
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The next weekend
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"When will you get well?"
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"Oh——by—the end of summer
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I'll be just fine again."
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The only Fern of a young life
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curled and browned September
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2nd. Pour warm wax atop a jar
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—emplace the seal.
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Turn tight the rim.
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___________________
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Born, 1901;  died, 02/09,  1964
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owed  second  September  2004.
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non-fiction, not 'embellished';
all the speech es verbatim.

26 Dec 09

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Am gradually replacing a very few of my better poems.
I destroyed them in a moment of self-annihilation.

Now, by key-word search and Google, a =few= of them can be found.
Hundreds are lost, but only a few are to be found now, and at least,
the most important =two or three are coming back; that's enough to revive
a wavering spirit=

t.y,
 — R_Reid_Welch

liked it before-
still do
 — JKWeb

It is absolutely non-fiction, not 'embellished';
every quoted word is virtually of verbatim.

r. five years old as a poet now, and "Fern" remains almost as it was on the second of September, 2004;
only slight re-touchings, such as marks and parings of lines, is all that has changed. For, you all see, I THOUGHT about her for FORTY, fulsome years, before I HAD to recall her to you all, for SHE is woman, forever, and she gave me my life. This is more than an "ode" or "honorarium".  She gave me my little life and she is of woman-kind=the best for us all, maker of us all.   No ratings or crits or bites needed, thanks,
 — R_Reid_Welch

this is one of my favourite poems ever - it conjures such sadness and the use of colour is beautiful. the motif of making preserves is excellent - i love the little every day touches that emphasise that this is life
 — unknown

This is beautiful. Absolutely BEAUTIFUL.

Reid I love you! Lol.
 — laura352

Wow Reid, this is fantastic!! Superb ending too...really. I have nothing else to say,
 — mandolyn

: )
 — fractalcore

Oh wow, you done dug it out! Ha! Maybe this will make Reid peek in.
 — mandolyn

I remember this  =-)
 — Estella

Was it your grandmother? Reid, only 10 there! You give us, each time a piece of yourself, i looked at your Screen photo, didn't see any naked body parts hidden behind the trees! I have to say Reid, you 55 year or how ever old you are, i LOVE you too, hulda
 — Hulda

Was it your grandmother? Reid, only 10 there! You give us, each time a piece of yourself, i looked at your Screen photo, didn't see any naked body parts hidden behind the trees! I have to say Reid, you 55 year or how ever old you are, i LOVE you too, hulda
 — unknown

omg

it's woody harrelson!!
 — unknown

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