365 Days of Poetry: Day One-Hundred and Fifty-Five

it’s not the same, today.
no constant alarm.
my father made the coffee.
and Boots screams till she’s won.

a year ago, today.
I may have been in tears.
wrapping up a present.
fighting with my fears.

a year from now, today.
I might be on this porch.
back for a visit, changed.
cause life has run its course.

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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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