When I rise before the sun
\nit is pouring rain,\u00a0 I scribble down a few words
\nand when again,\u00a0 I look up,\u00a0 the sky is a bright blue
\nand clouds are sailing…<\/p>\n
most often on this day February 24th but instead, a different reason the great blessing of a beautiful soul a true, genuine soul a gentle spirit someone who comes to embody the word her name I am told means she is, I would say she is my dear friend here, with love with much gratitude \u2665<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" When I rise before the sun it is pouring rain,\u00a0 I scribble down a few words and when again,\u00a0 I look up,\u00a0 the sky is a bright blue and clouds are sailing… most often on this day February 24th I…
\n<\/sup>I would think about my Dad, the day he died
\nand I would tell you about
\nwhat it feels like
\nto lose someone<\/p>\n
\nto think, on this day
\nlet me tell what it feels like
\nto
\ngain<\/p>\n
\nwhose kindness
\nmay have at one time been
\nmasked by a tougher exterior
\nsomeone who is fiercely intelligent
\nhas always thought outside that silly box
\nand whose sharp wit
\nregardless of the situation
\nnever fails to tickle one\u2019s funny bone<\/p>\n
\npure in kind sincerity
\ndeeper thinking than one might realize
\nnever one, I would say to blindly follow the crowd
\nnor a need to be a carbon copy
\nshe showed us how
\nto be
\none’s self
\nwhose tender heart could take a bruising
\nand keep on beating
\nstrong<\/p>\n
\nwhose beauty seems to have been
\nbestowed
\nmany…\u00a0 generations ago
\nhanded down by the gods
\nof strength
\nand
\ncourage<\/p>\n
\nfriend
\nin the nicest possible version<\/p>\n
\nsweet
\nmight I also add sarc-y, saucy and a bit of salt
\nin all
\nthe best ways<\/p>\n
\na good person
\na good heart
\na good egg
\nstill…
\nslightly cracked
\nthe nicest qualities one could
\nask for<\/p>\n
\nand today
\nis her birthday<\/p>\n
\na celebration
\nof You
\n\u2018Sweet\u2019 Dulcie, the Divine
\nfriend of my heart<\/p>\n
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