It is the day after –
after what so many longed for
and planned for.


Some are pleased
and some are disappointed.


Memories are flourishing
as we are finishing another year.


I am concerned about a man I know
whose sons have forgotten him.


We haven’t –
but what we’ll do will not suffice –
and yet it will have to.

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