Ask Hiroshima Poem by Phil Volatile

Ask Hiroshima



I moved into my
grandma’s old house,
and in her room
on the wall,
across from where
my bed now resides,
is a hook hanging
the shadow of
where a picture
frame used to be

And, in the end,
that is how we
will all be
remembered

February,2015

from Crushed Black Velvet

Saturday, May 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: aging,death,reflections
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