On Sunday night I shook myself awakecertain I could hear my old fella,our dear dog Tedbarking his little yelp from downstairsin later years, he did this bark-cry for companywhen he could no longer climb the stairsstarting to rise, I threw…
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this morning early,I take my time, drawing openthe curtainsslowly waking up the slumbering housewith a soft smileof greeting going outin the cool fresh airto feed the birds say good morning to a nuthatchwho staysbeside meunafraid this morning, in my book I…
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Last night, I looked up from the kitchen sinkas the beautiful bright mooncame in to view,still a few more nights before it appears fullthis lovely egg-shaped bloba three-quarter, I supposeendears itselftome I think to myself,(though most probably say out loudalso,…
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And so today,it’smy birthday “Happy Birthday, I’ve just realized! the lovely lady says to meAre you doing something special today?”she asks,this is it, I tell her, some laundryanda mammogramsomething special… for me I had decided that today, I would write…
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In conversation with my Mother yesterday,You have a birthday coming up, she says to me(it’s still very much a month away)well, hopefully I will call you then even if you don’t, I tell her (one more time)I don’t keep score…
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Today,we have been held by our beloved housefor 29 yearsand I offer up much gratitudein knowing this this week,a big, beautiful maple treein the back garden, wastaken downresiding actually in the neighbour’s yardI had no say in its demise my…
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The morning openson a gentle kind of daythe kind one gets in mid-to-late Septemberthe kind one wishes tosavour the waning later daysofa seasoncherishable by its very nature the sky a soft, yet brilliantbluewhite clouds, both fluffy andwispreflecting the shineof the…
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About a month ago, I text himHey, I found our wedding song!it’s a song calledI Won’t Let You Down, by Toby Keiththe chorus of which is ♪ I ain’t got a pot of gold Girl I ain’t even got a…
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This morning lovely husband isup early, wee hours one might say,and I half-consciously listenfor his going in the darkness he comes quietlyand bends, to kiss me good-byesandback to sleepin kindness the dog lifts the blankets with his snoutsnuggles into the…
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August are ya feeling me?? A couple of cooler days, and someare ready topack it innights sneakily drawingclosera little earliereach timeand thoughts of souphave begun toswirl think, I am coasting alongenjoying the sunnot really lamenting the passage of timeother things…
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