Return to me, I say that a lot now For people I love drop away as though swallowed by the quaking of the Earth. Even the crack of thunder peals rhe air As each gave up an agizing, last breath. A son, a husband and a first boy hoiend who was a friend for 55years. A woman of deep faith for years, I still ask periodically, Where di they go? Where are they? and I wonder, will they ever return as I have?
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Posted: Jul 2015
About this poem:
2013-2014-2015 lost 3 people closest to me. stopped writing fo a time am back now but wise.