Falling Leaves
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Falling Leaves
Still clinging quite tenaciously,
a withered leaf on family tree.
The storms are gathering around.
In day or two, that leaf is bound
to lose its last courageous grip
and to its waiting brothers slip.
So sure now is the leaf to fall
we're waiting for the dreaded call.
We cannot count on one more day
until our brother slips away.
One generation almost gone.
Sister and I are on our own.
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Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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