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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Mine

See You Soon

Craning her neck, desperately She tries to get another glimpse Of his swiftly retreating form Waves cheerily when he looks back   The brightly lit corridors and halls Fail to light up her dimmed soul Her sunshine is walking away…

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