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Christmas, Day 3
Nine years ago this day,mother willed herself away. Grief blinded us to this gift,which she had so carefully wrappedand presented, privately, to herself. Guilt blinded us to this tender exchangeas spirit said to soul,"Here, for you…that best of gifts,the one… Continue reading
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My Birthday
My birthday's here; today's the day.I'll throw a party! Can't you stay?Ah, I see, you've plans and soreluctantly you've got to go–you've got a dog who's not been fed;you've got a child who's sick in bed;you're working late; you have… Continue reading
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When I Lost My Parents
When I lost my parents(as in death, not in the grocery store)I questioned the purposeof their life's creative output: my mother's needlework; my father's woodworking; my mothers hand-written, stained recipe cards; my father's watercolor paintings of… Continue reading
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The Dream
I am in my childhood home–but larger–its many rooms running parallel to the lakeshore. I step into the final room,where a young woman and I nearly collide:she is 20ish, thin, with long hair.Startled, she screams;startled, I jump, wonder,"Who are you?… Continue reading
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I’ve Gotta Home in Gloryland
My mother(clean and uprightin a white nightgownbleached whiter by chill florescent lights)is unable to recall my name,yet suddenly belts out"I've gotta home in Glorylandthat outshines the sun…"in a voice so clear and strong,it echoes down the green corridor,through the empty cafeteria,and… Continue reading
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Remembering My Mother
My mother died on December 27, 2003. This is what I wrote for her memorial: Mom died last Saturday. I was with her, saw it, felt it…profound, awesome, frightening, wonderful. I comfort myself by thinking about Mom's dying–and my own,… Continue reading
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Three Dresser Drawers
She may take only what fits in three dresser drawers. Continue reading