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Matchbox Car
You find it when your old life is gone moving dressers, peering under the bed trying to make some sense of it all through cobwebs, mites and cat hair furniture and lamps a most familiar room where someone else … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged daughters, loss, matchbox car, memory, moving, new life, poetry, son, starting over
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Our Christmas Tragedy – 1975
I can still feel the moment. Christmas Eve 1975. The day our carefree life ended and a decade of heartache began. We married in 1963 and our 12th anniversary was coming up in 4 days. We had no children the first … Continue reading
Posted in family
Tagged 1975, a decade of heartache, Christmas, family, globoid leukodystrophy, Krabbe's disease, loss, love, memoir, son, tragic illness
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Picasso in Kandahar
A Picasso face with one eye a piece of nose a dented skull distorted melted cubism done in red black and blue one hand one and a half limbs. A rearranged montage of her soldier son. His mother turned away … Continue reading
Posted in poetry
Tagged disfigured, disfigurement, faith, horror of war, memorial day, montage, mother, Picasso, picasso face, poetry, prayer, soldier, son, vanilla ice cream, war
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For Michael – Thirty Years Ago
Thirty years ago today my son died in my arms. He was just nine years old and would have been ten that April in 1985. I can’t picture myself with a son who would be forty in a month and … Continue reading
Posted in family
Tagged 1985, disability, family, holding your son as he dies, loss, poetry, son
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Our Christmas Tragedy – 1975
I can still feel the moment. Christmas Eve 1975. The day our carefree life ended and a decade of heartache began. We married in 1963 and our 12th anniversary was coming up in 4 days. We had no children the first ten … Continue reading
Posted in family
Tagged 1975, a decade of heartache, Christmas, family, globoid leukodystrophy, Krabbe's disease, loss, love, memoir, son, tragic illness
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Mother and Son – A Repost for Mother’s Day
Mother and Son – 1980 . She sits beneath a massive oak in the Garden of Noble Women. Garden of the Promise for those who have borne the burden yet never heard the Word. . He never walked. He never fed … Continue reading
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Tagged blind, deaf, death, heaven, love, mother, poetry, profound disability, retardation, son, the word, wife
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For Michael, who would have been 39 on April 17 – and for her, gone 10 years on April 19 Mother and Son – 1980 . She sits beneath a massive oak in the Garden of Noble Women. Garden … Continue reading
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