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They Visit Me Still

Train whistle I think of Dad. He loved them so Coyote comes to visit almost to my front porch That’s Daddy too Smell of smoke. My father-in-law Dwight is here. Cupboards slamming now With no person in the kitchen, my mother-in-law, Helen. I await my mother’s presence Wondering how she will make herself known She has not been gone long Maybe still resting

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Date: 3/27/2020 12:19:00 AM
"To live in the hearts we leave behind is not to die. " Parents may part but they never depart.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/27/2020 3:49:00 PM
They are never gone; I keep picking up the phone because we have so many new things to talk about. Then I remember. It is sadly not easy for me to remember she is gone.