Kara brought...
By Carol Jo Horn

Kara brought
A baby into our lives.
Poetry is like that.
He will live long and be remembered.
Poetry does that.

Winter seems endless
Grief is like that.
Robins sing & bulbs bloom.
Spring is like that.

 

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