hide & go seek
how do you figure
a little patience goes a long way
in this day & age
death after death
the inevitable a constant reminder
staring at you in the mirror
in the morning
yellow biscuit rising brightly
right behind your back
wicker basket on the deck
soon to be filled with purple posies
and birthday wishes
for someone we once knew
season after season
the players may come & go
but the game itself never ends
december two thousand twenty-one
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Another powerful poem, John.
Thank you very much, Lauren.