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A chilly blustery day as I warm myself

in front of early morning fire.

The dark mornings and quiet house

lends me to reflect.

We are in tumult times of discord,

turmoil and a horrible virus.

My prayer is somehow this changes

and we wake in early morning healed.

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Her faithful wish each day

her green socks and pink sparkle shoes

Would always stay

On her feet looking down

She would see magic in her green socks

And sparkles all around

Her Mom would ask

Let’s take the shoes off for a while

It will help them last

The Princess looked away

Very surprised and shook her head

” no, thank you , not today”

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I woke

A morning pulls me to go out of doors

And stand among the cosmos

To allow the lights to christen

Into promise, will I be witness?

God is listening,

The universe displays his breath.

Shhh, it says,

Pray.

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A frigid morning

A warm soft fire keeps vigil

To hope in this world.

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My Gaelic daughter,

A child of grace.

A spirited heart,

An angelic face.

Fears of a mother

Go ahead of her steps.

No greater joy,

Her pain is kept.

Walk among the clover,

Feed under the thatch.

Angels go as you rover .

A lassie of no match.

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I enter into today with the celebration of loss and love —

I cherish your bedside as we said good bye and

All I could do is cry

It has been five years and your sweet desperation breathed between two places

Your eyes closed as some said the “Our Father” and others’  dark faces

Posturing, some told lies and some truths; you listened.

Reaching into the depths of the last moments, you closed your eyes

For the last time you pulled from a place we all know only once in time

You called out ” I love you.” The room quieted

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I watched a friend take her last breath today.

We prayed, ‘Hail Mary’ and the “Our Father’

Then she passed…

I miss her terribly.

Unfair, at least to my understanding now.

Unfair to me.

She was fried chicken,

Hometown laughter,

Short streets.

She was “riding around”,

Coca cola,

Music on the radio.

We talked of ‘new loves’,

With new hopes,

As we shared our dreams.

She was simpler times,

Long phone calls,

Sharing all…

She was late night rescue,

Stranded from dates

Gone bad.

She was laughter at oddity

Of pregnant bodies

And invisible feet…

She was death,

The painful recognition of

The ugliness of disease…

She was the beauty

Of the spirit, shinning past

All the let-downs of cancer…

She was a lifetime friend

You never ask for,

Only recognize a lifetime late…

As I sit by her bed,

Watching her breath,

And my tears are for me.

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let’s have a conversation

no, not a wish list to reply

let’s go somewhere and listen

we can laugh or we can cry

let’s stop and say nothing

or just smell the air around

let’s have a conversation

or never make a sound

what is really of value

is you are here for me

and I am always seeking

to have a conversation

a time to sit and be…

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