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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