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family
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early morning flight
open arms meet open hearts
family gathers
The roof of my house is red.
The blood that gives me life, is red.
My favourite t-shirt is faded – red.
When I close my eyes, I see red.
The past is rusty, and red.
The fire that keeps me warm, is red
She is my life –
She is red.
#1 Blue Broken glass litters the floor. As I hug my daughter against my shattered heart. I feel her warm tears. We sit huddled against the refrigerator door. All this breakage... She’ll want to come back to us again… . . . …I’ll probably say yes... #2 Green The sun is a pale disc. The fog bank moves in from the South. Everywhere is grey and shrouded, Except the grass beneath my feet. It remains green for me - even when she’s not here. #3 Orange Marigolds Strung in long chains Drape from balconies and across pergolas A hubbub of voices A riot of colour An extravaganza of flavours A painted elephant A sacred fire Two souls are joined
Removing his slippers
He stepped barefooted onto the smooth pebbles.
Moving slowly, he stooped occasionally,
Careful to collect every fallen, red maple leaf –
Then, using the bamboo rake
He carefully made the patterns she’d loved.
Sitting on a low wooden bench
He now drank his tea and remembered.
While the days become short
And the nights much longer,
And my mind digs deeper
And stirs up the mud –
And then clouds my dreams.
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In fitful sleep I’m troubled
And filled with self doubt,
And clinging to straws
And words of kind friends –
And trying to focus on good.
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When dawn fills my eyes
And once again I am calm,
And family stands beside me
And reminds me of fine times –
And the kindnesses we’ve shared.
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I fill my lungs with fresh air
And my heart with their love,
And my mind with sound knowledge
And my hands with hard work –
And go on rejoicing this life.
some things get broken
in caring hands they are fixed –
or they mend crooked
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I photographed this stencil in Dunedin, New Zealand – it was pasted to the back of a bus stop.
