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Sun shining over a mountain range.

My Mother’s Words

By Phibby Venable All my mother’s words live around here,and I am always placing them in whatever orderI can remember.They hold the door open each morning, and suggestI have a better gratitude and attitude,for being aliveI stretch my eyes all over the sky, I lean upand look over the mountainsMy…

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What Happened to My Sister?

by Nancy Swallow Somerfeld On paper, I had a sister But none I could call a friend. Yes, I know Sue was ill, No fault of her own, Still, I longed for a pal Who would know me, get me, Not the paranoid specter, The schizophrenia that robbed her Of…

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Made bed next to a wooden dresser

Mama

by Nancy Swallow Somerfeld Mama was a brave woman. That’s how I see her life. Most thought her meek, a stay-at-home wife, A mother of six, knuckling out three meals a day. We walked home for lunch: hot soup, piled With croutons and ham on seeded rye. All stacked up…

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Mossy ravine with a bridge over a waterfall

Johnny

by Nancy Swallow Somerfeld Boy, aloft, swinging on A rope over the ravine, landing Tiptoe on the shale, the grass skidding Wet underneath, no slippage For my brother who knew nothing Yet Of crashes into the river of life, drowning, Gasping, sucking for air. It didn’t hit him till he…

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