My daughter plays on the floor
with plastic letters,
red, blue & hard yellow,
learning how to spell,
spelling,
how to make spells.
I wonder how many women
denied themselves daughters,
closed themselves in rooms,
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Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in His hand
Who saith 'A whole I planned,
Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!'
Not that, amassing flowers,
Youth sighed 'Which rose make ours,
Which lily leave and then as best recall?'
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The room is full of you!—As I came in
And closed the door behind me, all at once
A something in the air, intangible,
Yet stiff with meaning, struck my senses sick!—
Sharp, unfamiliar odors have destroyed
Each other room's dear personality.
The heavy scent of damp, funereal flowers,—
The very essence, hush-distilled, of Death—
Has strangled that habitual breath of home
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Jill's a good kid who's had some tough luck. But that's
another story. It's a day when the smell of fish from Tib's hash
house is so strong you could build a garage on it. We are sit-
ting in Izzy's where Carl has just built us a couple of solid
highballs. He's okay, Carl is, if you don't count his Roamin'
Hands and Rushin' Fingers. Then again, that should be the
only trouble we have in this life. Anyway, Jill says, "Why
don't you tell about it? Nobody ever gets the poet's point of
view." I don't know, maybe she's right. Jill's just a kid, but
she's been around; she knows what's what.
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Like honeysuckle, that moment
so sweet, delicate, and fleeting
If you can find that word
to capture the essence
of that vitality,
soon you'll see
a gentle kingdom of
life at ease
......
The ending starts here and now, right where you are sitting.
You might be reading this aloud, wondering just what you're beginning.
Entwined and bound together with leather,
These pages, these words once simple thoughts
Transferred from my brain to yours, and with my pleasure.
Endless adventures await, some we have sought, and even more
Show me experiences you'd like to explore.
Yes, fun and laughter we shall share!
Let's dress for the occasion
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Like honeysuckle, that moment
so sweet, delicate, and fleeting
If you can find that word
to capture the essence
of that vitality,
soon you'll see
a gentle kingdom of
life at ease
......
Xxxxx.
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It must have been the butterfly
With broken wings
That made me suffer
As I watched it try to flutter
It was consumed by the gravity of death
It’s beauty fading in its body
It must have been my yearning
To be freed from my own cage
In which I could relate
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