FreeVerse: A fragment, or draft

by , under death, grief, my mom, poetry

Just got this into my head and wanted to “jot it down,” might try to expand it more later, or might not.

A year ago tonight, my mother passed away.
In the Eastern Time Zone, it’s tomorrow,
but here in Kansas, it was, it’s still, today.

Imagine the many words we couldn’t say
will be fiery red flowers bursting through snow
this winter. It could be beautiful. I’ll stay.

(I don’t have time to put up the FreeVerse button and I have no idea if anyone’s even hosting it anymore — sorry!!!!!)

© All the parts of my life 2008-2015.

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