July 26

Long Distance Hug

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My mom made me a hug of wool

To comfort me when she could not

Some sad days it gets used a lot

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Embraced when the world seems so cruel

Or I can’t face the rat race

Or for woes that seem minuscule

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Love disguised as stuffing and knots

Mom crocheted me a hug of wool

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(An Octain Refrain)

April 29

Reflection

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On our recent adventure we took pictures of each other.

Home, we shared them telling what we love about one another.

Each of us focused on our features we liked least during the view

The things we can mention we love about ourselves are few

The quirky details we love about the other are untold,

We believe the other an amazing site to behold.

But looking in the mirror we see a face wrinkled and old

If only we could look through the loving eyes of the other

And see what the other can see with kindness and love anew.

When we love ourselves as we love the other, love becomes bold.

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(A CinqTroisDecaLa Poem)

April 15

First Warm Weekend

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Sitting by the fire gazing at the stars

A gap in the forest affords us the view

Tent in the clearing will sleep just us two.

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For tonight this bit of nature is ours

Sitting by the fire gazing at the stars

A gap in the forest affords us the view

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Sitting by the fire, warms as wood chars

Special moments like this are far too few

Spending time this way is what we should do

Sitting by the fire gazing at the stars

A gap in the forest affords us the view

Tent in the clearing will sleep just us two.

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(An English Madrigal Poem)

April 3

No

Naps for

me before

meeting my dear

I believed them a bore

now it has been made crystal clear

 in day-sleeping there is nothing to fear

it’s good to pull up the blankets, fluff the pillow

quiet the room so there’s nothing to hear

if you are lucky dreams appear

now I find I want more

time to nap here

time to snore

restore

slow.

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(A Diatelle Poem)

March 8 (A flashback Friday for Throwback Thursday)

In Memory of Grandma

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Grandma liked men best, flirting without shame

Talking to each one as if he’s her next flame

Grandma liked cowboys in really tight jeans

In each rodeo she found the man of her dreams.

She read romance novels from cover to cover

As soon as one’s finished she picked up another.

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She had a sly smile that went up on one side

And a sense of humor she tried to hide

But one look at the comics she taped to her fridge

Told you a lot about the humor she hid

Sending us cards for every special occasion

With neat handwriting in green felt-tipped pen

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Grandma had a magical green thumb

Just name a plant, she could grow every one

Enormous Christmas cactus, blooming bright red

African violets with special lights overhead

Strawberries and veggies she didn’t even eat

For any plant, grandma’s house couldn’t be beat.

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More than just plants, she raised a strong daughter too

Who always does the right thing to do

Who’s caring and thoughtful and kind to all creatures

Who’s influence from grandma is more than her features

Though we will miss grandma, her legacy lives on

In the caring strength and beauty of our mom.

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(Throwback Poem)

(An Elegy Poem)

March 7

Lesson Learned

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Did you know you can feel your heart break?

I learned that two short years ago today.

It is more than a twinge or a cramp or an ache

I was fearful it would not go away.

Turns out some time will mend a heartbreak

Though I feel the scars remain to this day.

It’s a good lesson to know what’s at stake

If you find you have someone’s heart someday.

There’s lessons in trauma, make no mistake

The worth of this is crucial to convey.

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(A Ten-By-Ten Poem)

March 6

Bleeding Heart

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Over the phone I learned the news

Because face-to-face you couldn’t bear

And so a coward’s way you choose

A funny way of showing care.

I actually felt my heart tear

Suddenly lost and all alone

Life became defined by despair

All because you have no backbone.

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(Huitain Poem)