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The Magic
This poem of sorts is a remark on postpartum feelings and how mothers can feel forgotten once the baby is out. These tiny creatures truly are magic, bringing light and love to our lives. Why does society seem to encourage the dismissal of the immense strength it takes to create magic? I give every ounce…
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‘Twas the Night Before
My take on the night before Christmas: ‘Twas the night before ChristmasAnd all through the houseEvery creature was stirringIncluding the mouse. Stockings were strewn aboutthe floor with no care,And everyone stepped over them, as if they were not there. The children were not anywhere near their beds.They were running through the halls crying,and a few were…
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Farewell to a friend
I have mentioned before that I don’t have any sisters. I grew up with four brothers. I have given great care and attention to relationships with my female cousins and friends over the years because of this. When you’re surrounded by that much testosterone all the time, you need fellow estrogen to keep you grounded. …
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Are You Ready Four It?