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he’s on the phone
begging her to listen
I shouldn’t eavesdrop
My mind goes back to one dark night when I was in my teens, observing a young man having an earnest conversation with his significant other, wondering how the story would end.
when mom makes the bed
she wallops all the monsters
super powers
we returned the shoes
she bought to dance in after
her last treatment
Image: TerriC–Pixabay
child on a swing
twirling herself dizzy
fallen leaves skitter by
in the twilight
Grandma folds her tired hands
one last time
silver-blue flash
a new planet appears
child’s play
Reblogged from christinegoodnough.com, Aug 14, 2018
all the words not said
all the ones that still echo
after the door slams
widow wanders
all the trails they once loved
aching feet
the cry of someone
left behind on the path
a keening wind
high pressure system
surrounds some relatives
family picnic drenched
