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My Son (A Poem)

I watch him walk away, That son of mine, A piece of me much younger, Now getting older, Causing me to count my remaining years. Memories of your first breaths, Arms and legs flailing in […]

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Parting is (Not) Such Sweet Sorrow

“Soon, I will begin another countdown to our next encounter. I will do my job, and do it well while trying not to get lost in the fact that I will not be eating dinner […]

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