Healing
By Bill Lowe, Army
Writing Type: Poem
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wife left me some months ago… That’s all right, I said. I’m probably better off without her. Social Services took my grandson… That’s all right, I said. He’s probably better off without me. My daughter put a shotgun to her head, (April 13, 2009) Pulled the trigger and… she was dead. That’s all right, I said. Her death will end her suffering. And then, I awoke yesterday, finding my Little gray kitten lying dead on the kitchen floor… and it was then, I wept. Have you ever heard anything as silly as that? A foolish old man crying over a gray dead kitten cat? But as the tears flowed across my face… I knew the healing had begun. |

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