365 Days of Poetry: Day One-Hundred Thirty-Eight

take me to yesterday.
that old game we played.
where family was real.
and I was alive.

this is the picture.
this is what died.

take me tomorrow.
pray.
that what we say.
and what is raised.
meets drawn expectations.

this is the future.
this is why we cry.

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About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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