Snapshots

These pieces

These snapshots I hope to glimpse on my deathbed

His laugh and that face he makes when he’s guilty

Her creative remarks

And not wanting to be normal

Mom’s love poured like the great flood

Memories like raindrops

Collected in my poetry

 

-Saschia Johnson

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