Category: Poetic Rambling
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The Old Doll
How many hours spent playing, pretending, and being happy did this doll give? How many times did the child’s Mother pick up the little toys and put them away with care? And now her life is scattered on a brocanteur’s…
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Speak From the Heart
Speak from the Heart Listen with the heart A constant beat towards humanity
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The Soul of a Stranger
In French they say: Les Yeux sont le Miroir de l’Ame — The Eyes are the Mirror to the Soul *** As I looked admiringly through the shop window, I was captivated by a collection of dreams: a bit of…
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Objects That Speak
The items we hold on to may not always be the most valuable, but they hold a special place in our hearts. I have my dad’s old tee shirt, my children’s baby teeth, a holy water font from my grandparents’…
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Me, Myself and I
“What they call you is one thing, What you answer to is something else.” This part of a poem by Lucille Cliffton struck me—it went right on in and brought a moist feeling to my eyes. I know, I know,…