The Sweater She wears his old sweater darned at the elbow frayed on the sleeve When she’s feeling low how are you doing? I ask (I want to understand) how are you doing? I ask (It’s been thirty years) I wait for her reply You can go now, she says Come back tomorrow I’m sorry I’m not myself today. Prompt: write a meditation on grief in the form of Geoffrey Brock’s poem Goodbye. https://poets.org/poem/goodbye-0
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