Single Moms and Saws. Day 131.

As he sat in his black truck.

Pale face, white hair, dark ball cap,

he cried the stuttering kind.

Then, said to me,

“I heard about you and your family.

Sorry for your loss.

If you need me

to teach them

how to use a saw,

let me know.”

I said,

“I know how to use a saw.

I taught them years ago.”

. . .

“If you need me

to teach them,

let me know.”

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