I listened to the Writer's Almanac
Tried to do it myself
For years I was a teacher
Now I walk alone

Why do I so like poems?
Uniquity I guess
Suffering in my heart
My children far on phones

The silence is the sadness
And also comforting
No more arguments
No insults, just Unknown

Death will be release
God, I miss my boys
Peace for them, please peace
Ordinary own