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Contributor: Richard Schnap

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I think of her when I see
A line of black cars
How she’d kneel down and pray
For my father to arrive safe

And I think of her when I see
That painting by Manet
"The Dead Toriador"
That hung in her study

And I think of her when I see
A preacher on TV
How she admired them
Their comforting words

But I think of her the most
When the forsythias bloom
Her favorite flower
How her heart would rejoyce

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Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.


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