he said that we will die,
as all things will die,
go back to nature.
i agreed.
he will remember me.
the whole family,
returned in the evening
cooler, cleared the hay
from the graveyard.
it was hot, so
i layed a cold
flannel on
his head.
sbm.
( in respect for david alexander mcalden. my friend )
“carry your words on every day”
( initial words by wilfred. my friend. )
sbm.
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