Life And Death



Growing up on a farm, one learns at an early age, the cycle of life. Kittens born in harsh winters don’t always survive. Calves and piglets grow up to be sold at the market. Dogs that roam the countryside beyond the farm’s fences sometimes do not make it across the road. Even the people we love eventually no longer sit at our table or hold us on their laps.

raised on a farm ~
death is a part of living
spring through winter

P. Wanken

Written for Poetic Bloomings Prompt #73 (Memoir Project – Part #8): Death Be Not Proud


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