April 27, 2018

Today is the birthday

of Mother.

My thoughts wander

backward in time…

I am wrapped with her tenderness,

the smell of her love;

Reminded of her soft corners,

how easily my body cradled within hers.

Her abundance of care for me and my sisters,

we thought common.

Now I know the tru...

April 26, 2018

In order to repair my wounded finger,

they had to have my arm.

When I woke, I didn’t initially notice

that my arm was missing.

It looked normal by my side,

lying on the blue, foam prop.

Only when I was home in bed

did I understand the full extent of its vacancy:

I rolled over...

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