Souls Don’t Die | A Poem for my Grandparents

All my grandparents have left,

Yet none of them are gone.

They left behind disease,

They left behind old age,

They left behind suff’ring.

Now it all starts anew,

Every spirit’s next step.

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In Defense of “Birthday Month”

Whenever August 1st comes around,

“It’s the beginning of Birthday Month!”

I’d play along to a certain extent,

More times than not I’d also tease,

“People only get one birthday,

No one gets an entire month!”

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My Mother, My Angel

A mother and her youngest child:

All of my firsts were all of her lasts.

I was the final offspring she nourished,

Both inside and outside of the womb.

I was the final bird to fly the nest,

Did she notice my broken wings?

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