mead

for the reason to be recognized

a family type of feeling has to exist

but that has grown into

a grieving deep abyss which

does not provide relief and if I concentrate

I can imagine what it would be like

if I had gotten any reaction when

I reached out to bring any of the tribe

back together with each other

but now history and memory are

ghosts which whisper from the

edge of the stage

and I have made peace with my pain

because life has been so unpredictable

and what other choice do I have

but curl up

with my love and my dog

and be thankful

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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