Heading for the Land of Peace by Fredessa Hamilton

Knowing we’re sitting here on
The eve of his passing
doesn’t help –
doesn’t hurt anymore

Either. Two by two we
drop exhausted. You and
her one night, me and you

Another. It hurts to leave,
it hurts to stay.
Of course you’ll fight not to go.
And you taught us well – our wells so deep –

We won’t stop. But don’t
you always want to see what’s next?
Adventure. A New Deal.

This has been long – there is
nothing like “ready” here.
No, no signal, no sign that says
it’s OK to go. Oh, but
Adventure – A pioneer
Headed for the Land of
Peace. And Love, Daddy.

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