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Manfather

Distant by years
the way misty as
Bellows Falls falls
vaguely remembering
the antique brick building
that I couldn't now
find my way inside
where was the room
your mother's bed
and how did it go
I don't yet know
but this I remember well
the world must now
accomodate through my efforts
you, your mother, and myself.

This is a brand new poem. I'm going to post all my new poems as they come along. I encourage readers of this blog to use the comment button below and tell me what you think of the poem and what suggestions you have for the poem. I appreciate any comments you can make for me. They help me in my writing. Thanks, Henry