Big Days

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On Thanksgiving day you pulled yourself to standing. We were all surprised.On Christmas day you climbed a stair, and proceeded to climb the whole flight.And on New Year’s Day, what shall you do? Say a word? Take a step?Maybe wait until your … Continued

Save, Scan, Throw It Away

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What was I saying,before this message came across:“You have some unsaved changesthat will be lost.”?Oh yes:I’ve been scanning what I’ve savedand throwing it away.But I’ll have it if I need iton some later day.And the chances that I’ll look at … Continued

Catching Up

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Just catching up on each other’s lives. It’s so easy to get behind. A little travel, a little time, and we wonder where we are. We find so much is still the same, like growing up and constant change. We’ve … Continued

Album-Titled Self

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Oh, oh, my album-titled self.I changed my name to get my product on the shelf.Now I’m waiting, waiting to see if it sells.Waiting all by my album-titled self. Paint on the tape on the video.There wasn’t much that he wouldn’t … Continued

In One Month

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Your first tooth broke through,you crawled and stood up, too,you climbed up on the shelf,all by your very self.You ate chunks of bananas,you made some sounds like “da-duh,”you had many happy meetingsand you learned to wave a greeting.You displayed your … Continued

But Me, I Don’t Mind Change

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But me, I don’t mind change.Let’s get on with it.Let’s do something different.I wouldn’t mind a bit.If staying here is normal,let’s do something strange.To some that may be scary,but me, I don’t mind change.

Seam Ripper

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There she goes again, ripping out the seams. Doesn’t she know it will leave holes? I wish I could hold it all  together for her. She thinks she might be better off alone. Bits of thread lie scattered on the … Continued

Half a Year

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My baby is six months old,that wiggly, giggly baby of mine–that holdable, foldable babywho is with me almost all the time.That rooting, scooting babycould soon get up and go.Gone is the snarfing, barfing babythat I used to know. Half a … Continued

Don’t Get Old

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“Don’t get old!” she says to me.(She is ninety-two.)But I’m not sure there’s anything elsethat I can do. Knowing that I am still youngand knowing what I don’t,sometimes I wish for long-term ageon a short-term loan. Someday I’ll know a … Continued

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