My father and I were in the car last month, driving back from the diner where we go early each morning I’m home visiting my parents. (Say the word “home” to yourself – what’s the image that comes instantly into your mind?) I asked him if he thought there was anything beyond this world, and … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Robert Hayden
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