You Say
you don’t belong
here anymore
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weary of a world
changing so fast
your Spirit
flails
in the loneliness
of your words
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I pause
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the Origin of my life,
I never imagined
you Elsewhere
than part of it
Now
unwelcome
and inevitable
the notion of your absence
prods me
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I see
a Dimming
momentary
for the planet
but Permanent in
my chambers,
the ones built
with Your Blood
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My mother, Marilyn Cashman Nahas is 83
Very lucky to still have her in my life.
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