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They are too precious,
these minutes of mine.
Like rare coins, pennies of time,
they shine and dazzle me.
The saddest thing was seeing his hedges grow;
spindly branches like malnourished limbs
protruding from the confines of the borders,
spoiling the edges of his once tidy garden.
The revolution has come
But has missed a step
The blind and the deaf
Don’t know what is done
Her Perfect Son
She presented him to the outside world
Scrubbed and tidy,
Her perfect son.
She put him away to bed
Thin with the years, bent and twisted
Like her hands, worn from long work.
This ring has seen hard days.
Khaled wears sunglasses.
My worried face reflected in their blackness.
He is young,
Youth seeping from the edges of
The Storyteller Remembers
Once upon a time, not twice, not three times
Pass the Parcel
My guilt is an old guilt,
Passed through generations of women
Like a parcel in a child’s game.
When the music stops it is my turn,
Note to Self
Alone, she walks five feet behind herself.
She’s lost herself amongst the crowd just like
A speck of dust amid a giant cloud,
But not the one that lands upon your nose.
In Memory of David
When life’s challenges gather to create
When perspective is lost and desperation the norm,
Lest we learn we are nothing without family and friends,
And without love and forgiveness there is no amends,