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He spits in his rag, washes my car window San Francisco by Sara Fryd A sign of the times What sign is that, I ask myself? That America is in trouble? That our veterans have no place to live? That a roof over one’s head is not a necessity For a Marine? Who fought [...]
You asked for someone To make base camp with So we could climb mountains And I had never Climbed to the third floor Of the building where I lived Let alone Kilimanjaro with a man You offered courage, strength Songs as slow as molasses sap Running from a tree in a cup Joy, rich as dark chocolate [...] Maple, oak, aspen are going to sleep till spring Leaving behind a comforter of leaves In colors created by angels above the clouds Who sneak down before dawn With brushes held in pockets in their wings Dropping leaves of scarlet, tangerine, and lemon Leaves to warm the roots below, the earth above Even Sandia Mountain [...] We have a lot of history You and I Met when I was eight And you were brand new. Been locked in combat ever since Taking sides Creating insignificant battles About family matters and such. You are my mirror and I am yours. I see my soul reflected in your eyes As you reveal me [...] I’ve lost my job… As if somehow I’ve misplaced a part of my life I now have to find Just around the next corner. So I become still, quiet Trying to remember Writing accomplishments About what I’ve done For so many years I could do it with my eyes closed. What am I afraid of? [...] I cried for you last night I cried for me For the little girl I saw in you Who was me And all the little girls That have come and gone The little ones who will be Tears for those who didn’t receive What they needed or wanted When they needed her Or wanted her [...]
We had a tea party, you and I Yesterday, when March was cold. We were three or four again Five or six or seven.
Changed the world [...] San Xavier Mission by Sara Fryd I held a mirror up to you So you could see the fire You carry deep The voice you crave to share With the hunger of years One cannot retrieve No matter the longing. You reversed the mirror for me So I could visit my own reflection Hear [...] It takes courage to stand tall when we feel our wounds so visible worried that all will witness our pain… Courage and bravery… strength beyond words. You present yourself with such grace with such dignity, head held high turning your face to the light letting the sun warm your [...] *This silly poem was written for my Niece’s 18th birthday a long time ago. She started smoking at 17 and is still smoking at 31. Her Grandmother died in her 50s after suffering with cancer for 5 years. Her Mother has already had several biopsies and turned 52 this year (and still smokes). [...] Staring back… I see a face in the mirror, Her face, not mine. How could that be my face I was just 16, I was just 23, I was just 32… When did time disappear? When did that face in the mirror become hers not mine? When did her face meld with mine? When did [...] |
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