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Hands
Hands Guiding, shaping holding on, letting go supportive, frail My hands stretch out sometimes to catch, sometimes to wave goodbye, watching the soul take flight into the huge, never ending sky. Veins of my grandmother, who I loved very much I would play with them as a child, fascinated by the way they would wiggle…
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July 1st 2019
Another summer is finally here And with it the smell of campfire My children shriek As they run around Gangs of kids on bikes In twos, and threes, and fours They play until the sun falls behind the water if we would only allow it And grumble at bedtime Even though it’s hours after their…
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Hidden Mystery
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Thought
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Mother bear
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Vortex
It swirls In eddies Gentle, At first But as I watch The power Pulls me under Darkness all around A swirling, Churning Vortex Allowing no escape A scream bubbles up Soundless, Unheard Stuck Between Scylla And Charybdis Underneath the waters I yearn To touch the sun
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Young love
So it happened, although earlier, and not the child I expected it to happen with. Recently I was driving the children to school and happened to see a note my middle diva hadn’t put inside her bag. I picked it up, curious, and felt my heart lurch as she expressed her feelings toward a boy,…