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Tin Cup Memories

His voice

Is what she jangles in a cup of tin

The metal resounding lows and highs

His tinkly laugh, and some days, his occasional woe tone. 48 more words

Love

Labor Day

It’s Labor Day morning. Papa is up early. He is cleaned and dressed on his own. His plaid button down is tucked into his white underpants. 489 more words

Dementia

Not Speaking

Take a deep breath, let others have a say
Listening, not speaking, is okay
Help us to let go of so much talk
Let us be quiet, instead…move, dance, walk… 74 more words

September (May)flies

So we flail, trapped

indoors out of season

cold currents against

us. Our spring is up—

down falls the earth-turn

we wormed our way

to this light just

as everything fades

Poetry

Another Old Woman's Sonnet


In latest Summer, far too late to think
Of setting further fruit in time to form
Mature seed to throw random to the future
For Spring when once again the ground will warm– 86 more words

Poetry

A Case of the "Nevers"

First, I’m stealing this blog topic (and title) from another blogger that I recently started following. pscapp probably thinks I’m a stalker because I “like” every single blog post, but there is something about the writing that gets me thinking, so if you are looking for another blog to follow, I recommend this  788 more words

General Musings