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Do you know her? If not, you’ve missed out. She is light and grace, Devoted to beings who can’t speak. But she comes to me, After all the days and nights I left her. Generous and kind, The woman depended on, To hold the frightened dog or cat. And she holds her mother as well.Continue reading “Do you know her?”

Did I really expect the world to stop turning? To stop and pause for one life in the wake of hundreds of thousands? No. But just as all those families have, we will stop. We will pause and remember a life cut short, That could have been so much more. We are all grieving. EveryoneContinue reading “Expectations”

What is, is. A hawk screeches, A crow caws, Dead leaves rustle, In a warm wind. My tears flow, And my dog still wants his treat, As my daughter tends her rabbits. And my older son sleeps above me. Minutes tick by, Regardless of my feelings. Resisting is futile, though every cell in my bodyContinue reading “What is”

On Beauty BY KAHLIL GIBRAN And a poet said, Speak to us of Beauty. And he answered: Where shall you seek beauty, and howshall you find her unless she herself be yourway and your guide? And how shall you speak of her exceptshe be the weaver of your speech? The aggrieved and the injured say,“BeautyContinue reading “A poem to share by Khalil Gibran”

The pull of the undertow The weight on every muscle Exhaustion in body and mind. Turn; look; go deeper; Dig gently into the heaviness And there is a child Curious, sometimes lost Under layers of accumulated experience But still there, With the excitement and wonder Of the fresh and unencumbered mind Reaching out a handContinue reading “Curious”

I want to remember the joy of you. Kissing your sleepy face in the morning, Holding you when you got hurt, Snuggling, with your brother and sister, The four of us warm and at peace. Singing with your aunties, Going to the library, Holding hands when we crossed the street. Yes, our journey was hard.Continue reading “The joy of you”

This was your first full day home, And I’m circling the house like a phantom, Looking for you everywhere. But where are you? Dear love, heart of my heart, I cannot breach our trust. But the pain, the pain you went through, I had to watch, Because you are my flesh, my bone. I wouldContinue reading “Three years ago”

“I don’t know how to cope with the anger and the pain. I do know that the legacy my mother and Andrea left for their grandchildren is love. Love in the face of the darkest times. I believe in these two women who chose to let love guide their lives, their choices. Love was alwaysContinue reading “Journal Entry Excerpt 11/8/17”

My other children say why can’t you live for US now? You spent so much time away from us and we never complained because we understood. But we are living and he is gone. And how do I explain? You don’t need me like he did. You are healthy and whole. You need me soContinue reading “The Other Ones”