Here I am sitting outside
do you see the gun on the ground?
Behind me to the left is the sand box
I built the swing set and put together the bench
Holly's Zen garden is behind me
There is a brown water hose under the gun
That trailer house behind me is vacant, it burned
I love my grandchildren
They are Theodore age 7 1/2 and Luke 4 1/2
We celebrated their half birthdays last weekend
The t shirt I have on is from Unitarian Universalists
About the Creator
Richard Bowen
I am 65 year old hippy. I am retired, and at last I have a steady income. My wife and I have 4 sons and 2 grandsons. I live in Northeast Arkansas. I have no car but I have 2 Bachelor degrees.One in Psychology, the other in Social Work.
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson3 days ago in Fiction
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