I've published this before, but it is fitting on Mothers day. It will be 28 years this summer since I heard her voice. I still miss her.
For Lucile
Lucile, I've laid out your cup with sugar and spoon
Yet the coffee grows cold
I cannot hear your laughter
Can I blame the gardener who finds one rose, more beautiful
And says " you shall grace my home"
Lucile, I've laid out your cup with sugar and spoon.
Back again.........
So Ok... it's been a while. Guess what.. I'm back with a desire to write again. It seems like this may once again be a place I can ...
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