Ola, Let's see the poems that you read. And reread. And again because they somehow spoke to you. Here is one I've read and enjoyed countless times. What Came to Me -by Jane Kenyon I took the last dusty piece of china out of the barrel. It was your gravy boat, with a hard, brown drop of gravy still on the porcelain lip. I grieved for you then as I never had before. dyam, I feel like crying every time I finish this poem. mG.