A Recorded Emotion
About a half mile from home, a friend of my father said to me,
"Your father just passed; he's gone". Filled with bewilderment and mystery,
I, a boy of 13, ran fast to my home because my weak daddy was gone.
The first time death came to our home. We were many; a family of 12 children
but I felt like a lone stone on an island
frozen in time and very much alone.
04202017PS
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2017
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