JEFFRY MICHAEL JENSEN
Branches
Dad
died mid-morning
it
was cat feeding time
Mom
watered a garden
full
of sticky weeds
I
broke all the family
branches
in the kitchen sink
Dad
almost made it to 65
it
was time for the moon
to
fill a double bed
I
put my head parallel
to
a pillow and cried
This poem is a knock out
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