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Wednesday 27 February 2013

Plans.


Father Pius heard confession
from every sinner there,
Before granting absolution
he passed on,
to God knows where.

Grandad told a story
about old Shep
his faithful friend,
Grandad closed his eyes
before his story reached it's end.

My father tilled
the narrow drills
and measured each the same,
and father melted into earth
before the harvest came.

Mother hung
the dripping clothes
while measuring the sky,
and mother joined the rainbow
before the clothes did dry.

I never plan
too far ahead,
just one step at a time,
for deeds yet to be acted
can be saintly works or crime.

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