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Cleaning Up After
Thanksgiving’s Feast Memories
Floating in the Air
Brushing Crumbs Off the
Counter Into My Cupped Hand
Just Like My Mom Did
My Hand a Shadow
Of Hers, Lit By Her Joy in
Feeding Her Loved Ones
Radiating Across
The Years, Undimmed, to Warm Me
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Bruised by Our Knowledge
We Make Our Lives Sublime With
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Episode R3.1 – Trees
Reflections on Haiku about Trees -
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Each of Us Bleeds Red
All of Us Breathe the Blue Sky
We Are All the Same -
For Fran Nahabedian 1953-2024
Where to Start? Or How?
When All We Feel is the Loss
Endless and Numbing
Start With Her Story
Start With the Deep Kindness And
Maybe We Can Breathe
And Then Breathe Again
Her Delight in Friends Delight
Shining Bright And Warm
Yes, Start There, One Step
And Then Another, and Her
Full Of Care Watching
To Be Seen By Fran,
To Remember Being Seen
Lights A Forward Path.
So Yes, Pain And Grief
She’s Gone Ahead And We, We
Must Linger, Must Wait
Held In The Bright Light
The Enduring Warmth, The Care
And Love Undimmed By Time
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