This Life Poem by Bonnie Cote

This Life



From Pennsylvania Dutch Country to the Green Mountains to Old Boston to Far Rockaway... the days come and go... this body floats and stumbles, sleeps and dances... joy and pain and God is still the only controller as all my treasured loved ones fall victim to His Death arms and I wake up alone still thinking He is with me.

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