A Garland String of Tankas Surrounds
now the empty room
no longer welcomes me in
but reminds of grief
it feels lonely; not waiting
for my time alone to write
once there was a fire
that I made for all of them
before they arose
then it became my solace
for my quiet time to write
can it again warm
fill with laughter and their love
not just memories
but a new family's love
maybe some progeny's home
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