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I cried out in despair
from the depths
of my human heart
Mother! Mother!
Don’t leave me alone!
Father!
Why have you left me
to rot in the dust?
and then I saw
they were dust
I reached out my hand
to take hold of theirs
and they no longer shrank back in fear
now they only disintegrated into ash
and blew away with the slight breeze
kissing my cheek
I looked and saw
I was not dust
I am not ash
 Jul 2020 Bobby Copeland
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Words
 Jul 2020 Bobby Copeland
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Let us not talk
about family

My father
is the word absence

And my mother
is the word fear
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