Sep 12
I went to 6 Alcott Lane
I grew up joy and pain
For sale after the funeral
Mom and Dad now unreal.
Just sad empty spaces
ghosts call our places
Christmas mornings
Echoes of warnings.
I grew up joy and pain
For sale after the funeral
Mom and Dad now unreal.
Just sad empty spaces
ghosts call our places
Christmas mornings
Echoes of warnings.
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)
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