Answering Service: Closed-Funeral of SonA Poem by Geralyn MillerDid it matter to the Mother, or even any other; that we wished we were there; that we really did care? That our hearts cried out, for her in her grief, that death, like a thief stole her son away?
But today was a day, like any other, the world went on, and we had to work; to answer the phones, tell all the callers; the business is closed for the funeral of the son.
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1 Review Added on September 21, 2010 Last Updated on September 21, 2010 AuthorGeralyn MillerPhoenix, AZAboutI was born in the year of the Dragon, and am prone to roaring for amusement's sake. I have been writing poetry since I was eight. That's right, fifty years of poetry, all written in longhand. In ad.. more..Writing
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