Every time is had by those with likeness who have simply carried.
Losing one will foreshadow forgotten as the lost my feelings berry.
To distinguish this one is actually a need to be made.
Now a one becomes two with long days that belate.
Still a loss is seen with perspective and sense.
As a life lives allowing remained time make its mends.
Understanding to those of forward movements unmade.
Is the wealh created as absent words be played.
Now as this time is here and its three we're at.
A truths been told as a formality from Dad.
With thought back to say so and who's to hold his hand.
A father becomes to these as a home becomes our lands.
Now to imagine this home for all, for all and any that have been.
Takes questions away foreshadowed by missed and a steps made within.
©bbukowsky
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