emptied on my bed.
mint life savers,
phone numbers
on torn paper.
a square of chocolate,
toothpicks, tissues.
lip pencils.
a book of matches.
every day items
very vibrant life,
now sitting on
a quilt,
washed with
tears.
miss you, mom
Monday, November 17, 2014
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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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