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.
Published by TheOtherKLM
I really hate talking about myself, but if I have to...
I’m K.L. McDaniel, the person behind TheOtherKLM. I’m an introvert with extrovert moments, a fitness-minded person fighting later-age fat, and someone trying to keep life somewhat organized without pretending it isn’t a mess.
Here, I write about the things I keep coming back to: movement, mental health, learning, self-awareness, and the strange little contradictions that make people interesting. I’m not here to act like I have everything figured out. I’m here to think through it, laugh when possible, and maybe find a little balance in the middle of the clutter.
So, that’s me. More or less.
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