A Question for Cheryl

I should have knelt
in the street,
put my head in your lap,
and let you stroke my hair.
But we didn’t know.
We were ten.

Would you have grown
into a woman who found
a cure for what killed you?
Is that why it killed you?
Would we have become
best friends again and again?

If I had known
that a lifetime later
I would still feel what I feel,
I would have knelt in the street,
put my head in your lap,
and let you stroke my hair.

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About Jim Stewart

Writer at Butt in Chair
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7 Responses to A Question for Cheryl

  1. Professor VJ Duke says:

    There is a magic, a miracle called life that does not end….

  2. Jim, I had a similar experience as a child. I still think about him sometimes.

  3. sweetly remembered perfect story

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