A poem I will not submit to be published anywhere...

May

Eight years since my mother died.

Four since my dad died.

We buried them both in the month of May.

Four since I've seen my sister in person (her choice).

Eight since I've seen my aunt and uncle. 

My family buries itself over and over again.





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