After A Life Well Lived
The face now etched from a thousand smiles, the lines on brow from eyebrows raised in wonder. The sharp pains that jab on my right side
Trying
The sky is still this morning, white, grey clouds with an icing of pink are fixed in place as if they had been hung in the sky as
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The Funny Thing
The funny thing about the condition my condition is in is that I spend my days traveling through time— reliving the past, guffawing at the present,
Morning Quartet
Before Dawn The silence of your absence grows louder each day The process of aging relentless The pain of loss and the vagaries of being Leave