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Undone
It’s hiding in plain sightSomethingOn the tip of my tongueWhat am I forgetting?WhatHave I left undone? Is it an assignment..No, that’s not itIs it the housework,Nah, that doesn’t fitSo what is it I’ve shirked? I look at my listAnd my phoneAnd my kidBut it’s not coming throughmaybe…It’s my Id It’s been foreverSince I’ve paid anyAttentionWhenever…
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Bubbles
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Sunday thoughts
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Questions
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House of dreams
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Meaning in moments
What gives life meaning? Reading Being Mortal by Atul Gawande, I’ve found myself in a contemplative mood. What allows us to continue despite the loses we incur, Sometimes subtle, other times dramatic and cruel? Tonight, I introduced my kids to Darkwing Duck. The warmth of the youngest pressed against my side Filled me with a…
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Homecoming