A rambling train of thoughts about the universe and our micro solar system consisting of our dear Sun and other planets in a magnetic dance while we hurtle through space on the face of a rock and stare at flat screens where we attempt to connect while we detach.
Friday, November 25, 2016
Mom
π Mom
It is the holidays,
The special days,
Mom seemed more loyal to.
Thought of her,
Yesterday,
As the turkey roasted,
And I made potato bread.
Thought of
Dad, too,
both are missed,
With me all day.
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