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<center>Chores pile up around me
like leaves on a fall strewn lawn
drifting...


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Time moves quickly now
more quickly than the early days of newborn babes
and spring bulbs seeking sun-warmed air.

My remembrances of this place can’t keep up!

The days I have remaining here 
pass rapidly one after the other,
every morning I have one fewer
to wake in this house
to spend a day in this air
to pass the places that brought me joy
or left me scarred.

It’s the scars that jolt my memory the most.
My child rearing years were very hard,
schooling chief among the most difficult events.

If I could change one thing it would be this -
I would teach my own children
how to
teach themselves, 
be joyful and loving,
communicate with all beings, 
yet
to trust themselves above all others

how to live in the world as they would like it to be lived in

how to dream</center>

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<center>*image is mine*</center>