the seeds we sow unwittingly

i visited home in summer of 2019, and for the first time in my life was inspired to write poetry. usually i only write speculative & horror fiction, but some times there are things you just don't know how to depict any other way. that summer i was strongly struck by the need to capture the things that i remembered before i forgot them. in part this was because i realized my grandparents were in poor health, and it wouldn't be long before they died, and i would never be able to return to the house where i spent so much of my childhood. i wasn't wrong; my grandfather passed away in March of 2020, and my grandmother a year later in February of 2021. this packet is a strange little thing that i return to when i want to feel comforted and a little sad. i thought about publishing it conventionally, but i do not think i want to. it is fine as it is.

thanks for reading.

-endwell