Showing posts from October, 2015
This season, called Autumn; following Summer.
And in the summer of 2015, my life changed. By death. 
My brother passed. In the night. Of a hot August day.
My mother left, after a summer of misery; when the seasons changed  in September.
This season,  is of mourning. And hope. And loss. And love that does not end.
B.DeMers 10/21/15