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Famous Reporter # 34
 

 

 

ROBYN MATHISON

Coda to the Sad Song  

In nineteen seventy
I pawned my wedding
and engagement rings
to buy my daughter shoes.
I never did
get them out of hock again.
 
But time’s a great redeemer.
Little feet grow, fingers thicken,
girls grow into women,
old sadness disappears.
So let the lamenting fiddle
break into jigs and reels.

 

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