September 24, 2019

Dreams About My Father: On the Front Porch

It was all so clear; the sound of your voice; the belting out of your laughter, It was as if you were still here. We were in Grandma Eula's house and I was the age I am now. You and I walked on the front porch and the sun was setting And that's when I realized you were not...
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