family mom, dad, son me, last born they waited nine years for me now they wait again mist hovers floats above their graves hushes sounds muffles grief head bowed, I know they miss me I whisper, not yet A shadorma written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets. Amaya is our host today and explains […]
via Shadorma in the Grave Yard — lillian the home poet
Author: Phil Slattery
Publisher, Rural Fiction Magazine; publisher, The Chamber Magazine; founder, the Farmington Writers Circle. I have written short stories and poetry for many years. In my careers as a Naval officer and in the federal government, I have written thousands of documents of many types. I am currently working on a second edition for my poetry collection and a few novels.
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