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First loves
The sound of sobbing greeted my ears. In the dark, I thought I was dreaming But there they were, Crying as if their heart would break Their most beloved had left them Alone, To sleep without the warmth and softness Of companionship Even as I held them Rubbing their back while soothing The tears My…
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Little boys
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Mixed metaphor Monday
The start of another week has come, one week closer to holidays. My children are nearly dancing at breakfast, eager for the upcoming break. Or perhaps it’s the thought of presents which makes them wiggle in their chairs? I’ve chosen to spend the last few weeks of 2019 thinking about the direction I want to…
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Love…
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Love…
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Family and friends
It’s a later night than what I usually have but I’m wide awake, thinking about the day. Possibly some of that is due to the coffee I partook in, along with the decadent Nanaimo squares, but I think it is more due to how full my heart is (and yes, okay, my stomach too!) I…
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Precipice of night
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Northern time
I was a new grad out on my own terrified by how much I still didn’t know I told myself I could look things up ask for help; Using bandages To mask my insecurity The reality was so different Initial terror faded in the face of hectic days, sleepless nights. Patch jobs, transferring patients elsewhere…
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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…