We wait at the station, Mother and I,one final stop for her – painless she prays;I busied at bedside – prolonged goodbye –memories and regrets filling our days. “We live too long,” she wearily proclaims“Why must suffering linger till the end?”I plea and bargain, call angelic names,yet the will to survive refuses to bend. The […]
There are mouse bitssplayed across the sunroomstuck to my favourite throw rug and great globs of glue The trap my husband setto catch the recent invasionapparently lured the hunterfor she, stiff legged andface matted, is skulkingelsewhere I stepped on a gluey biteyes not yet openbefore notingthe disarray Hard to concentratewhen a tail detachedfrom a thigh […]
With each stanzaI strive for an upswing –idle thoughts leadingto a crescendo… But exhaustion plaguesmy try, and fog coloursperspicacity, so my wordsland low, goal in limbo (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
One Woman's Quest II 
Now that was fun … I loved it. 😉
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You are bringing out my darker side, Deb. Pretty scary, lol.
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But your writing great pieces – I’m really enjoying them 🙂
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Always good to stretch ourselves, right? Thanks, Deb.
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Oh my goodness! You have to watch out for gators lol 🐊
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Ha ha – yes, you do!
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