The story of my life is wide and deep
Yet when I write of it, it’s narrow and steep
My past was daughter, student, wife, and mom
Well, now my present includes writing wom(an) Continue reading
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Dream Talk
Time for a talk, or more for a listen,
I pray as I lay me down to sleep.
My mom’s voice, her face, I crave a vision
To help give me a needed treat.
Continue readingFrom His Point of View
I watch them come in and out,
Mouths tight, brows furrowed.
Why? They drive in with their fancy
Cars, thick coats, scarves wrapped round
Their necks like a wreath. Continue reading
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