Sunday, February 18, 2018

Epitaph for a Childhood

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Epitaph for a Childhood

Your days were unhurried,
unworried, unvaried.

Then came the jobs, the bills,
a mortgage, a marriage.

You're not really gone,
just buried.

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2018

1 comment:

  1. Just buried.

    Oh so true.

    Your poems are inspiring me to write again. It's been a very jarring couple months, hard to focus. Too much buried.