Mine, Musings

Missing My Mother

And then, somehow, I don’t know why, I tell her everything and cry. She hugs me then, and right away I feel less sad. That’s mother’s way… ~Anonymous, “Mother’s Way,” 1905 Why does it hurt so much when I talk…

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Musings, Poetry

Forget Me Not

I remember,  I used to remember Memories play tricks on my aging mind I make plans for April in December Still forget if there’s no one to remind.   My lengthy to-do list I cannot find Now I write with…

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