They Visit Me Still
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
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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