Thirty days of father
at the age of ten;
gone forevermore!
Dearest mother
ravaged by cancer;
gone forevermore!
My strength, my compass,
the remaining family foundation,
my toots,
kidnapped by Death
on the Eve of the Election;
gone forevermore!
All that built me
has been torn down
and dwells in the unknown lands,
between life and death,
in this time of promise,
where possibilities of change,
teeter between the sunset and dawn:
behind drawn curtains,
our audacious souls cast hope
into the mists of the future.
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