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Friday, April 1, 2022

White Apples

When my father had been deceased a week

I woke

With his power of speech inside my ear

I sat up inside bed

And held my breath

And stared at the stake closed door

White apples with every one other accompanied by the taste of stone

If he called again

I would place on my coat with every one other accompanied by galoshes

#Living #Death #Sorrow & Grieving #Relationships #Family & Ancestors

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