Why, do you show your face?
Is it because it is cold outside
Or, because the leaves have fallen
Because, the snow is blanketing
The ground with white crystals?
Why?
You visit often, just recently
Taking a life, my father
Then, you took my mother.
Why just 36 days apart
Did you show your face?
Why?
Now, you come back, and
Knock at the door, once more
Taunting, gripping, pulling
Wanting to take another life
Does age matter?
Why?
He’s just a simple man
A man with many years
Yet, he has little strength
Yes, he’s tired, yes he’s weak
Let him go on, and
Let him live.
Deborah Ann Tornillo
Author, “36 Days Apart”
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