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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My Morning

You are my morning But morning comes so often that I sometimes forget to stop. And notice you Because even as you light everything I do I still take for granted that you're my sun and my moon You are the star that guides me home And you're there waiting for me still But sometimes …

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