A Stranger Called
A Stranger Called
The first time, she was angry.
I have no idea why.
Was there a reason to be had,
or did she just make it up?
Some times, that happens.
We don’t talk about that…
much.
I am lost today, wandering about.
There is a nagging feeling I can not erase.
I have eaten and taken aspirins..
Still it persists… a thing forgotten,
likely missed.
Perhaps not important,
Until the fire trucks arrive.
Then,
we may need to remember,
what was necessary,
to. (too late)
Stop for flowers at the Depot,
the colors brighten the moment.
It does not last, but it was an effort to jump start…
Some thing. (me)
Home again, no one is there.
The kids are gone.
They have left. (grown up)
My dog is glad to see me.
She is great.
It is my birthday.
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