i am here in this shelter
you gave me a name
there are so many more
out there, like me
just the same
our pictures are posted
our stories are told
in a cage we are hosted
some of us until we are old
our supply never ending
but where is the demand
we did not ask to be here
being homeless was unplanned
and when space grows crowded
we are walked down a hall
some of us frightened,
barely able to crawl
we pray every day
that this will go away
Thursday, April 7, 2011
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About Me

- karen lyons kalmenson
- greetings! i have managed to incorporate my eternal woodstock nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason. my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga...waking up in the morning. i find inspiration in too many things to list, and far too many more to remember. sketching, watercolor painting,poetry and photography are my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from living with a chronic illness, i have learned the beauty of each day, and treat each as another sun salutation, and another chance.

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