You aren't here.A Poem by Sarah FlaniganIn loving memory of my grandmother.
The sun rose this morning.
Birds sang, Children went to school, But you weren't here. I drank my morning coffee. I fed the dog. I watered the plants. But you weren't here. The wind rustled through the trees as I sat on my front porch, playing my ukulele with the dog at my feet. But you weren't here.
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StatsAuthorSarah FlaniganTNAboutI'm an introverted bookworm. I tend to spend my days drinking far too much coffee and playing my ukulele too loudly. Life is strange and surreal, but also beautiful somehow. more..Writing
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