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Mar 2020
After the funeral
back at the house,
adults gathered talking
in hushed platitudes.

While wandering the house
I looked out the window.
There she was, on the front lawn
by the blue hydrangea.

Rising from the ground
like an apparition...


She is the last person
I know
who went to heaven.

(little Peter, age 6)
Written by
Peter Farsje
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