so, more and more, i've been thinking
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i've been thinking about my cat that loves sitting in puddles when it's cold outside. how he likes to rub his face on my elbow when i'm sewing patches to the knees of my first child's bluejeans. blown and blown again ~ i know these patches will not last, but they're beautiful. they came from a cut in an outfit outgrown years ago. and, to sew old memories into new things, and to make the depth deeper in doing so? these are things the grown ups know.
forget about the irate.
forget about the bills
and the money and the way
you look when the sun hits your face.
these places aren't where lives are made,
they're just places in the shade
where we hide when we get tired
forget about the irate.
forget about the bills
and the money and the way
you look when the sun hits your face.
these places aren't where lives are made,
they're just places in the shade
where we hide when we get tired
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is try to feed
my mother's memories
back to her
all the while
knowing that they can't stick
because they're new
to her
and nothing new sticks.
We should all have dementia. It would help.
Just waiting.
but it's sinking,
racing around to come up behind you again.
think pink.
I see you when I go in there.
Still waiting.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
bang.
I see you when I go in there.
and all we share are smells and sights
live on .. for the sake of your senses