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Death
We Carry Them Within Our Bones
We carry them within our bones. It’s no surprise we hear them in our voices. We carry them within our eyes. It’s no surprise we see their faces in our own reflections. We carry them within our hands and it’s no surprise, for they long carried us. I can hear my...
Grandmother
My grandmother was a teacher when most women stayed at home. She rose before the sun each day to scribble down a poem. She helped her ma and pa, would feed the pigs and steer, then walk past fields of wheat and corn, to teach children she held dear. She married and...
Preparing for a Trip!
She was kind, the woman who came to help us care for Mom. As she prepared to leave that morning, years ago now, she took Mom’s hand and said, “I’ll see you on the other side of Jordan”. Those words came back to me when I woke up this morning...