Went to visit the family graves on Monday. This poem turned up:
Existing for now
Standing by your graves
In the pouring rain
Having one-sided conversations
And re-feeling the pain
Death does have a dominium
And as it gets more
I am reduced
For I am not an island
But even though the sea
Is washing me away
I have been here before
And I will come again
Monday, 6 June 2011
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