I have to tell you,
there are times when
the sun strikes me
like a gong,
and I remember everything,
even your ears.

–Dorothea Grossman via Poetry Magazine (March 2010)

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* Happy Birthday, Mom. I miss you every day.

“My mother is a poem
I’ll never be able to write,
though everything I write
is a poem to my mother.”

― Sharon Doubiago

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“Moonshadow” by Cat Stevens (Yusuf)