Warm Memories

Story ID:	3555
Written by:	jim rambo (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:	Poem
Location:	Anytown USA
Year:	2008
Person:	Dad, Sam

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Posted 02/24/2008 15:14 by Betty (BJ) Roan | Reply

I prefer memories of the warmth felt in life. My feelings exactly. BJ

Posted 02/26/2008 09:23 by Nancy J. Kopp | Reply

Women touching a body at a funeral? I guess I've never seen that done, and it would never occur to me to do it. I'm with you, that's not a memory I want to be left with. Rather to remember that person as a warm, loving being. A thought provoking poem, Jim.
Nancy

Posted 05/25/2008 22:58 by JANET KESSLER POLUDNIAK | Reply

This poem brings back memories of my childhood. Well written, too. I'm not one for touching much. When I was 8, my grand-mother passed. My father insisted I kiss her good-bye. When I refused, he argued, "She just feels cold. Go ahead, kiss her." I cried and ran away from the casket. I'm not sure why people do the things they do, but you make an interesting point. Janet