This is a poem I wrote in 2017, a year or so before my mom died.

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If death gave us an exact date

I’d know when to time that final visit.

If death sent out an appointment reminder

I’d know how much time she has left.

If death asked my opinion

I’d say “Not now. Wait until she’s older.”

If death gave a damn

I wouldn’t be writing this poem.

Info on 1st #novel is at http://lolalariscy.com . Deciding what #beer to drink next. I have a podcast! lariscy.libsyn.com

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