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Lois (Alzheimer poem #4): Church

Posted on April 28, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

She loved going to service with me Sunday mornings, until the rustling of 150 bibles turning to the right passage became a fluttering distraction how could she listen, get comfort when she was still frantically looking for the exact verse … Continue reading →

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Lois (Alzheimer poem #3): Faces, or the unstrung kite

Posted on April 28, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

What are faces to my mother who no longer feels the tug of relationship, that nagging sensation that used to say when a face belonged to a friend, a husband, a daughter. Faces lost their meaning & history for her, … Continue reading →

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Lois (Alzheimer poem #1)

Posted on April 27, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

It started so simply: first,  she would forget where she put the damned car keys then, gradually she misplaced  her car & forgot how to start it & where to take it & how to get home & then which … Continue reading →

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motherhood

Posted on April 27, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

he said you are my rib & I believed him flesh knit to bone so tightly we were one person but when she showed up, tiny spark & flutter on the ultrasound the choice was easy for me: if I … Continue reading →

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Zoe, dancing

Posted on April 25, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

turning cartwheels in the church garden (mercifully on the grass) dark chocolate eyes blaze joy yes, she is the breath of God resuscitating life

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The Materialist

Posted on April 21, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

The Materialist.

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Raising tomatoes and Cain–a meditation

Posted on April 19, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

“There is always the temptation in life to diddle around making itsy-bitsy friends and meals and journeys for years on end. It is all so self conscience, so apparently moral…But I won’t have it. The world is wilder than that … Continue reading →

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