Wednesday, December 12, 2007

I Knew Something Bad

“I knew something bad
Was going to happen
To your father,”
My stepmother said.

“I had dreamt
Of your sister;
She was standing
Near an empty house,
Telling me something
Though no words came.

Her boys were with her
Looking just the way they did
At her funeral.

I woke up and found
Your father’s room empty
And the front door ajar.”

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