The doorway to memories
Two warriors clash;
Their best memories unfold
Standing at death’s door.
Memory 1- the Bear Hug
Daddy lifting me
Squeezing the breath out my lungs
…I miss being little.
Death’s door
I hope when death comes
Tears and hate are not present.
…Just children laughing…
Last edited by UnbornBuddha; 07-17-2015 at 09:42 PM.
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