242 What we know, buried deep

Posted on February 10, 2016 by Ken Greenman

When my daughters first baby
was pushed from the womb,
blood laced and wailing
in the birthing room,
we who were witness
to his first moments tune
took a step in the pagent
from our birth to our tomb.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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