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A strand of dried grass shaped in a heart on the shadowed sidewalk with this poem: To bear… Laughter I think I hear— And I turn, but nothing near My heart in sadness falls He’s only a shadow now His right to life, safe from harm, Killed by some warped “right to bear arms” Oh. Oh. To bear him in my arms… Sheri Edwards 052422 145.365.22 Poetry/Photography

Posted May 24, 2022 America

To Bear

Daily Note Every day, a photograph, a poem. I wandered through my day as usual— a songfest via the Daily Create which inspired a piece of art. Music that, though … Continue Reading To Bear