Time Passes Differently

My mother died almost two months ago.  I'm not really sure where to go from here.  But I have some thoughts.  I always have some thoughts. I spoke at her service.  I wrote a poem and shared some thoughts, along with a poem that she wrote more than 30 years ago.  It was something personal. …

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Father

You're a good father And you are my father A perfect father Yet I find ways to forget I run from you Making mistakes Because I want to Because I know I'm not perfect And I find ways to prove it Why would anyone look up to me? Finding reasons not to forgive myself Even …

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