1, two, buckel the Shoe…

from over top theres death in the form of copper rain drops…

a smile of dispair and fear comes across the faces of those near… yet far from home…

a laughter from the inside never is able to make it to the present…

hit after hit… still moving… never gaining…

one foot

in front of the other

life flows out…

get there…

a knock on the door, summers here and he is not…

a letter is the best they could do…

sorry you life will never be the same…

the birds chirp and the sounds of life flow around…

life has stopped for a monent…

dont lie to the kids…

let them know daddies no coming home….

the BBQ party is over now…

tear filled pillows lay around the house….

and this is life, pain and love…

find aonther…

“Is this my new daddy?”

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