we seem to forget
that none are a given,
even if they
are not
over yet.
cherish all
as though
each were the last.
our present
and future,
will some
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be the past.
we miss you, mom
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- karen lyons kalmenson
- I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings
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