April 6

It was an ordinary day, you know

the kind where you get up

go to work

come home to sleep–

while someone somewhere

lost a job, a love, a home

and stood alone amazed

while we work, worked and slept

on an ordinary day.

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About grannysu

storyteller, writer, poet, gardener, countrywoman
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