RIP Poem

aearly5Because my father resides in me
I am what others expect to see–
though not as or not ever without
less this or that & always 1 count
behind or is it ahead of much worse:
that 70’s divorce, old split/split purse.

PB Rippey

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About PB Rippey

Writer, wife, mother, activist, fortunate.
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