Waking Grief
Her husband's kisses made her heartbeat quicken;
he held her hand and whispered, 'Happy birthday' -
and for a moment, Janet felt convinced his
untimely death had been a dream, and George was
alive. On opening her eyes, she whimpered...
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2023
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