
(1)
I see my mother
as the seeds
of the flower
separate
and fall
(2)
oh
but wasn’t there a day
when she
was so pretty
so handsome
once
~
(1)
I see my mother
as the seeds
of the flower
separate
and fall
(2)
oh
but wasn’t there a day
when she
was so pretty
so handsome
once
~
So poignant
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Thank you, Derrick. She had a rough time towards the end. Dementia is a rough trip, at best.
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I’m sure.
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Straight to the heart. Nothing more need be said.
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Thank you, Liz. I’m using a variation of that picture as the basis for the cover. It captures much, I think.
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You’re welcome, Frank. I could see that image on a cover.
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A loving tribute Frank
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Deeply involved in the sense of her while preparing the collection as a book, Claire.
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