In her poem, The Summer Day, Mary Oliver asks,
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
Well?
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She Was Love
She was love
and she was loved.
Some people represent home
that feeling of welcome
the warm embrace
whenever
wherever
She was one of those people who
don’t have to do or
create or
cook or
go out
or… or… or
Just be
Just be love
radiate love
Laugh heartily
In conversation
Share the stories
Call you out
And in
In all of your OK-ness
just as you are
as she is
So it is
So she will be missed
After Her Death
Following my mother’s death
We fought about the things.
We argued over furniture and
Heirloom diamond rings.
The Waterford from Ireland,
And oil-on-canvas art,
Madam Alexander Dolls,
Keepsakes of the heart.
Two lifetimes worth of Kodak prints,
The sweaters knit by hand,
Great grandma’s China gravy boat,
Old stories of the land.
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“My shelves are full!”
“My car’s too small!”
“Antique things’ll break!”
“I’ve got no room
On floor or wall
So nothing will I take!”
That’s the way we argued,
Voices almost at a wail.
So then and there we opted
For a discount two-day sale.
