Last Room
A waiting room of sorts.
Published in
Oct 25, 2020
we brought the son
to her bedside
where she smiled
her lips
craving a kiss
again
to warm the chill
of dying
his guitar strumming
kept her ears awake
her eyes on him.
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Core Beliefs: We are students & teachers to each other. Giving & receiving are the same. There’s a time & place for spontaneity. My poems = stories, unless not.