Friday

He is young again and falling asleep.

He says, “Let’s go to sleep; it is Friday the thirteenth.”

What could he mean? I feel another presence leave the room.

Dreaming about my late brother.

About Sabra Bowers

Poet / Blogger / Writer
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2 Responses to Friday

  1. Donna Fromm says:

    Very interesting…. How did it feel to b with your brother again?? Any insights into his words?
    Thanks for sharing
    💞

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