So Alone

If a house could remember, perhaps when we left it and moved away it would miss us and worry about its future with the new folks who might soon move in. That’s the premise of Norma Liles nostalgic whimsy in the article shown below.  Perhaps, however, the truth is that it is Norma who

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Old Folks Home

By Leonard Frutiger

NO ONE CAME THE OTHER DAY OR THE DAY BEFORE I THINK THEY CAME ONE DAY LAST WEEK BUT I REALLY CAN’T BE SURE IT SEEMS AS IF I’M DRIVING DRIVING THEM AWAY THE MORE I HOLD THEM TIGHTER THE LESS THEY WANT TO STAY I THINK THEY CAME ONE DAY

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Flowers on the Bus

We were a very motley crowd of people who took the bus every day that summer 33 years ago. During the early morning ride from the suburb, we sat drowsily with our collars up to our ears, a cheerless and taciturn bunch.

One of the passengers was a small gray man who took the

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See Me

This poem was written by an old woman living in a nursing home in Ireland. It was found among her things when she died.

What do you see nurses, what do you see? Are you thinking when you look at me? A crabbit old woman, not very wise, Uncertain of habit, with far away

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Summons

Keep me from going to sleep too soon, or if I go to sleep too soon, come wake me up. Come any hour of night. Come whistling up the road. Stomp on the porch. Bang on the door. Make me get out of bed and come and let you in and light a light.

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An Old Tree

Once upon a time there was a leafy tree in a field. Leaves grew densely on the tall branches. The roots were deeply into the ground. The tree was the most remarkable among the rest.

The tree then became the home for some birds. They built their nests and they lived on his

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Comes The Dawn

After awhile you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul. And you learn that love doesn’t mean security, And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts And presents aren’t promises. And you begin to accept your defeats with you head up and your eyes open. With the grace

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