The old man.
my mother’s brother,
saw out 102 years;
tonight his chair sits vacant
in the corner,
a glass of kahlua and milk
untouched on the side table.
BEFORE SLUMBER
Published inTwitter Poems
Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
The old man.
my mother’s brother,
saw out 102 years;
tonight his chair sits vacant
in the corner,
a glass of kahlua and milk
untouched on the side table.