You rest in a small pine box
In the back of your garage
Frayed fingertips
Soiled grassy green
And earth-stained brown
During spring renewal
Remnants of your work
Continue to thrive
In your small patch of earth
Your living legacy
You served us well
May you dig your slumber
Check out this other poem about my parents.
Words are all I have; please give them life by sharing.
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Hey there! I'm K.L. McDaniel, an introverted extrovert who's into fitness with a bit of a twist and always shuffling through life's organized clutter. Here at TheOtherKLM, I dive into everything that makes us tick—from the quiet corners of introverted minds to the sweat and joy of staying active, all while keeping our mental game strong.
I'm all about contradictions that somehow make perfect sense. Think of me as your go-to for exploring how to learn endlessly, live healthily, and think deeply, all without losing our collective minds. It's not just about fitness or learning; it's about finding balance in the chaos and connecting in the most unexpected ways.
So, if you're into making sense of life's beautiful mess with me, stick around. We're in for a journey of learning, laughing, and maybe a bit of dancing... metaphorically speaking, of course.
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