Kelly DuMar

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#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Morning sun hrough trees over the Charles

if mother and father are gone

from earth i am no longer

daughter is an idea i am waking

waking up to i am no longer

you calling my name

by any device, your voices

are not where i am hands ears i's no's throat

closing on who i was calling

bye, bye i gush into your absence

all morning noon and nights

calling who will come

when sky slides shut

your breath is a silence, i listen

 

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