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A Letter to Boogie

Dearest Boogie,

I remember the day you came into our lives.  You crept so timid, and hungry into our back yard.   I thought you were a puppy because you were so small, and I thought you were brown because you were so dirty.     682 more words


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The Favor Returned

It was evening and I was down in the garage in the company of my mother at the end of day when one of the buildings former unit owners stormed in. 902 more words


The Dying Kind

Blanket like Mama’s old robe.

Her skin, the touch of tissue,

warns you not to prick.

Tears could fall from little eyes

if it weren’t for sister’s rule. 38 more words


The Hard Work of Dying

Will you hold my hand when I die?
I asked her when I was very young.
Just beginning to struggle with the notion of death. 338 more words


Yab Bab

Caution Amish, danger deer,

Country highways are like toddler books,

A winding waste of paper,

Pulch’s mulch of green to gray

On cardboard pages, corners frayed. 43 more words


Making Space for Acceptance of Time

I dedicate this post to caregivers, those who take care of a loved one slowly preparing to leave this life, also for readers at large who know someone with a terminal illness. 463 more words

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