Catch of the day

These are the fish I caught yesterday. I hadn't fished in years!

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Sheila's Destiny

A year seems like a long time
until you consider the events
and how far you've come from where you started

A year seems like a short time
when you consider each life has
a deadline and yours could be a surprise

A year can be a prison when you feel
a fundamental anticipation -- for the age
you can wear makeup, the age you can drive

A year is always a blessing
Our lifetimes are finite
Every day is a gift

So do not concern yourself beyond the day
don't consider the year and its length
life accretes in days, hours, minutes
Be sure to live each one in joy.

Sisters

Sisters, sisters, there were never such devoted sisters,
never had to have a chaperone, no sir,
I'm there to keep my eye on her

Caring, sharing, every little thing that we are wearing
When a certain gentleman arrived from Rome,
she wore the dress, and I stayed home.

All kinds of weather, we stick together
the same in the rain and sun
two different faces, but in tight places
we think and we act as one.

Those who've seen us know that not a thing could come between us
many men have tried to split us up[!!!!], but no one can
Lord help the mister who comes between me and my sister
and Lord help the sister who comes between me and my man.
from White Christmas, Irving Berlin




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You will never be like your friends now

Poised as a thought
for a fleeting minute
Excuse me?
Please explain.
Why is this happening to me?

Are you God?
Do I know you?

This is a test.
This is only a test.

It's so HOT in here
I smell sweat

It's so COLD in here
It helps the fungus grow

Here, I am unexceptional
That is NOT acceptable

I would sleep if I could
Instead I sing.

Happy Mother's Day

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On Mother's Day the ladies
of the church wore carnations
pinned to their breasts
white if their mothers had died
red if they yet lived.

Today I wear white for
both mothers lost while
beneath my breast my heart
bleeds red.

Lorene 14 September 1930 - 6 May 2003
Corene 14 September 1930 - 4 June 2004

Fading iris

My mother loved to lie out in the sun.
She loved tanning her skin dark brown to match her eyes.
There was the oddest thing about her eyes, though --
The upper edge of her irises was faded
As if her eyelids had shaded them somehow.

The last time I saw my mother's eyes
They had been closed, shaded for many days
And the irises had faded completely.

Lorene, 14 September 1930 - 6 May 2003