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Friday, February 22, 2013

POETRY: LONELY WINTER

We're miles apart
Night comes and I lay alone
I miss you my dear
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The two year old cries
He doesn't know why he's sad
A month without mom
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Snowfall came last night
Shoveling eases the mind
Eases my troubles

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 I've been away from home for quite a while now. I think my son is taking it the hardest even though he doesn't seem to understand why he's upset. Thank goodness it's almost over.

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