Sunday Sonnet, March 29, 2020
You cannot sum up a life inside a hand-turned urn. His ashes were delivered, ‘twas an urn. Poplar; turned by hand, smooth…
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When a loved one dies, you must grieve. Yet, you cannot live your life in grief.
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Have you ever dreamt that a loved who has passed is alive? I’m sure we all have.
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