The End
It’s almost over.
Wings wake me
on the side porch
out at mom and dad’s.
I can see it coming.
Sipping coffee
escaping the Darth Vader
sounds of the machine
helping him to breathe.
He is my father.
Last farm on this road,
the ends of my earth.
Swallows swoop
over the pond
and life goes on
but how?
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A powerful question that says it best…
“the ends of my earth”–straight to my heart
Mine too❤❤❤?