Reiny knelt on his bad knees pulling weeds, listening to our chatter
About friends we knew.
The welcome, the care, these sweet people have given
That we may have one last day where others can one last time
Surround us.
I anticipate a joyful feeling of having a sense of you.
You surrounding me through voices of other, but not the forever
Loss the day's end portends.
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