As I Look Back - Poem by Kathleen Kirkpatrick
As I look back
(One question grandma, were you really there?)
... Do come back...
On the eve of my indecision of my life when I
had thought to go, she did appear to me.
I had left it in the hands of whomever would come.
Her mere presence left me simply surprised.
Happily, at that, she showed me the importance of
life and inspiration along with her death and sweet
Others came: yet, never inside, did they come.
Around if they might: but, never inside.
All that she spoke was..."Run, child, run"...
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