Becca Finch

Becca FinchOne winter, the plague
took my Allistair
away, and left me
crippled. But I lived
a long time after.
To watch the town and
country we built grow,
expand, and reach heights
that we never could
have dreamed. Oh, my love.
Do not be angry
with our children. We
built them a world and
they have made it their
own, just as we made
ours in Spoon River.

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