Mary's Thoughts...New Poetry-the homeless

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Sunday, February 15, 2009

The Line

The Line They came through the line one by one the old, sick, tired and shamed For them their lives are just never the same We'll never imagine from where they just came The Indian who draws a picture for me seems so happy then just as quickly His face grows a shadow and so suddenly he fails to see... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 9, 2009

My Youngest, Aaron...

Aaron He's born today this beautiful Friday He's blonde with toes a mile long He's screaming his head off What a joyful sound He's making his place well known He's 8 months today And starting to walk I'm out of town I miss this mark He's 2 today He's dancing a'top the coffee table He's my someday... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Poetry...for my son..

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Poetry...for my son..

Steve He's tiny, pale, skinny and long He's 6 pounds, 6 ounces of Daddy and Mom He's the apple of his parents eyes He's the future star of the Conrady's lives He's the 6 month old who lays in his cradle While his grandmother plays he sings like he's able He's the 3 year old who goes to daycare and... Sign in to see full entry.

Time? How Do I Get More Of It and How Do I Get It Back?

Time-where does it go and how do we get it back? Or how do we get more of it? Or how do we manage what we have? I need time to work on unfinished blanket projects, to clean my house, to do laundry, to clean my car, to work on tryng to get a government grant to refurbish my home, to spend time with... Sign in to see full entry.

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