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The Sunday Paper
Reading Sunday’s paper was quite depressing Learning about wars, scammers, the president’s 14 pound weight gain – was all quite distressing Prices increase Complaining comes with ease And oh, the piece on refugees Even the weather report: next weekend, it’s gonna be 90 degrees And I read about “complicated” family and neighbor and co-worker dynamics …
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Black and White Baby
I could spend some time looking at you In fact, I do You’re already on my wall And in my phone (you’ve made it to the screensaver) And yeah, your footprints will probably turn into wallpaper You’re just black and white in the shadows But via the ultrasound technology, I see your hollows And at…
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What’s Her Name
I put my resignation in late last week And I thought of the words I’ve often heard patients speak “What’s his name?” they say When speaking of the old timer doctor (my predecessor) who went away The man who sat across from them for years in that tiny exam room The one who always seemed…
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Writer’s Block
When they speak of writer’s block I think of a block of cheese Cheddar or Gouda, pining to be shredded with ease Or the ticking sound of the clock That always reminds me of my fleeting nature Of my life, my time, coming to an end And I try to stay afloat but all my…
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What’s on Your File?
The vet told my Golden retriever, “You know, on your file, it says Nice” My pup squinted his eyes as she approached and put the otoscope in his right ear It was the fifth time we’d been there in a year My pup must have thought it was an entryway to paradise Maybe because of…
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Our Sitting Hobby
My husband asked the other day if I wanted to take on any new hobbies I hope I didn’t sound snobby As I looked up and said, “Nah, I’ve got enough” I rattled off the list: walking, running, lifting Said I’d like to read more And then before I left the room I raised my…
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Your Birthday Poem
Your birthday present is on its way I was gonna send you a poem but didn’t know what to say But, my old friend, I think about you often I don’t like to share my poems because I’m afraid of people scoffing I’ve experienced a lot of that since adulthood, how about you? When we…
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Resignation
I’ve imagined this for a long time now But typically after a bad day or when some minor thing didn’t go my way But presently I’m feeling like a tipped cow But in an evergreen pasture I’ve zoomed out, been to the highest hill, seen the heart of the matter In the past nine years…
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Troubled, Terrific Moms
Mother’s Day is coming I’ll be a mother on the next one In my lower abdomen there’s a soft humming I’ve got my fears but it seems most women survive Lately I’ve been dreaming about my own mother Her piercing eyes Her anxiety, how it always troubled me I’m realizing now that there were some…
writings on life
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