From Whence I Came Poem by jerry hughes
From Whence I Came
Me, myself and I.
The end of the line, the last Mohican.
So dust me over the pretentious grave
where my grandfather F. W, my father Fred,
and his brother Ben, cluster together.
They were belivers - not I.
But instinct tells me I should be with them;
If irreligiously.
Ancestral yes... always... meanwhile the visit is to the hospital bed.. it is not the same as the grave... perspective... think nurses not corpses..! !
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5/7/2024 11:03:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
It's times like this when outcomes are unknown that thoughts like this tend to float to the surface. Be careful they don't become habitual. History is all very well (intriguing too sometimes) but now is a much more important place to be. And now is all there is, really... love you. Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥