What is

What is, is.

A hawk screeches,

A crow caws,

Dead leaves rustle,

In a warm wind.

My tears flow,

And my dog still wants his treat,

As my daughter tends her rabbits.

And my older son sleeps above me.

Minutes tick by,

Regardless of my feelings.

Resisting is futile,

though every cell in my body

Wants to fight it.

What is, is.

Another moment comes,

Then goes,

A mystery.

Published by janetlandis

I am a mother, a nurse, a caregiver and a writer.

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