Sunbeamfluffy white Sunbeam soft and air-light in my hand spread thick with butterSunbeam
So SimpleMy great grandmother died yesterday. And my mother called to tell me. It wasn’t my mother’s mother’s mom, She was my dad’s.So Simple
So with a sort of sick delight My mom told me dad had to take a walk. And I took a deep breath of relief Because when she said, “We got a call—”
I thought it was something worse.
Mom told me to send a card. That would be nice, show that I care. At least it wasn’t “something worse.” That’s not solved as easily as a card.
Imagine if the rest of life was so simple.
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Greetings from Me...The One Following the Wind
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