Death, the Intruder
Always wondered what its like to be an adult son, because my father died early.
Longed to see the expression on grandmother's face at the sight of my daughter.
I will never experience growing old with four sibling who died before age 60.
Wondered. Longed. Never to know. It's the cruel offerings of death, the intruder.
072520PSCtest, Four Lines Poetry, Constance La France. 3P
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2020
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