The Visitor
I am a traveler
Not through distance, but time
Watching the past as I wait
From deaths door I spy
Relative to us each
A traveler through time and space
You, too young to notice
And I, too busy to see
A visitor, sharing our moment
Holding my dozing daughter
As time is no longer linear
One last smile, from deaths door
Copyright © Justin Clason | Year Posted 2018
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