Poetry: Shacklefords

Posted: February 22, 2015 in Uncategorized

I called Shackleford’s
this morning.
The one with the recorded message
informing of those who passed over night.
Aunt Opal did that, at 94,
like a clock with perfect timing.
I recognized the names and felt that sad
feeling when family grows smaller.
A feeling of being left behind

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