Sunday, July 21, 2019

prose poem - 'The first moments of dawn slowly illuminate...'

The first moments of dawn slowly illuminate the room. It's something I enjoy. I close the book and get up to make the coffee; my wife will be up in a moment. How does one grow old living with the loss of a child? Stay close to the light, embrace it. Keep faith in the new day, live one day at a time. As the coffee brews I walk through the old house opening the curtains for the day. Letting in the light.

-for David Hinton-

20 Apr 2019
21 Jul 2019

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