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Yellow, she lay False teeth, out Cheeks, sunken and pale Awaiting the hour That must come. Fears? She had none. Regrets? Perhaps a few. Concerns? There were many. Help him make sauce, she asked. He knows many things Can learn the rest But this, he will miss. He kept her photograph Black and white, warm... Continue Reading →
Last week, I had a bout with the flu. As I wrestled with fever, a throat that stung like a thousand needles and a splitting headache, I sunk into my pillows, willing this suffering to end. But instead, I decided to be still. I listened to my body, searched deep and found some hovering questions and anxieties in need of attention.
On Mama's Mind 