Wait
A day
Pause and stay
Love satisfy
And passions’ needs obey
In truth’s highest form glorify
Our bare limbs, hearts and souls we unify
From base want to heaven’s door love elevate
Your trembling lips love for me verify
Hands grasp, from lips escape a sigh
Tangled together lay
Gaze eye to eye
Do not stray
Okay
Mate
In my ceramics class is a woman of a certain age who was railing against marriage, men, the patriarchy, male privilege, and life in general. I’m a very good listener and so I listened. After about an hour she started to run out of steam. That was when I asked the penetrating question, “Why are you so angry at men?” I sort of expected her to take a deep breath and have renewed vigor in lambasting half the population. Instead she got quiet and looked rather sad. Seems she had just finalized her divorce. And it was messy. She didn’t have any qualms about telling me about all the wrongs her ex-husband had committed. I can only imagine that I’d be bitter too if my marriage was anything like hers. Instead I think I must have hit the powerball lottery with Sparky. Even after nearly 40 years, we are best friends and he still thinks I’m the sexiest woman alive. And the passion is still alive and well!
The above is a Diatelle. This is a syllabic form created by Bradley Vrooman. It consists of 15 lines with a syllable count of: 1/2/3/4/6/8/10/12/10/8/6/4/3/2/1 and a rhyme scheme of: a/b/b/c/b/c/c/a/c/c/b/c/b/b/a. I was a little intimidated by the limited rhyme, using only 3 rhymes but it wasn’t too bad once I figured out my topic.
It was nice of you to listen and really hear that woman. I’m sure you helped her with her grieving process.
Then we get a nice poem.
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Agreed
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She had so much anger and sadness. I’m in a different night and I really don’t know all the people. On my regular night I am the sounding board for a couple of people (I sit between them). Both have had brain tumors and other health issues so I listen to their verbalized inner dialogue. I like them and they appreciate that I listen. One calls me mom… And I do tend to use my observations and interactions as fuel for my creative muse…. Glad you liked the poem!
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Great job on the poem. I love learning new styles. And I personally understand the woman’s rant. And am so thankful to God for so many reasons. I think being a good listener is such a wonderful gift. ❤️
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Thanks Karla! I’m sorry that you could relate to her story of divorce and rage. She turned to me as a last resort as her usual clique of friends weren’t in class and she was boiling over. I think that in the next class I’ll be included in her little group… I’m not so sure it is a gift or a curse! (just kidding) I have always listened and I learn so many interesting things!
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You’re welcome! I understand completely. I have been told many years I’m a good listener. And it can be seen as both at times, 😂. But I’m glad people can lean on us listeners. I recharge in nature. Lol. I learn way more listening than I’ve ever learned speaking. ❤️
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Absolutely! Most people listen by formulating their next response or comment. I just listen… There is so much to know and there is information that people gift you when they know you are listening.
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❤️💛💚
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Beautiful form of poetry. Hope that woman feels better soon.
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Thank-you Kritika! I’m glad you liked this form. I hope she got some peace from getting all that out of her system. Perhaps she slept better having vented…
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My pleasure 🙂
She should have for sure.
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🙂
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How did you and Sparky meet?
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We met at college in a Russian class and then his friends (his roommate and others were in a service fraternity along with some girls from my dorm) conspired to throw a party to which I was invited. Since I was NOT a party girl I turned down the invitation. My dorm mates cajoled me into attending and I ended up sitting next to Sparky (emboldened by liquid courage). It was amusing looking back. Anyway he walked me back to the dorm. We started dating. Sixteen dates later he kissed me. (he’s a slow starter). Five years later we got married. (Did I mention that he doesn’t rush things?) So here we are. This is the very abbreviated account leaving out the “see the flower, see the horse” conversation and other amusing anecdotes.
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do you guys speak Russian?
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I have forgotten all but the very first phrases I learned – “I don’t know”, “I’m an idiot”, “I’m a shockworker or hooligan” and “I live well”! hehehe! Not really very useful phrases… I can however (with time and my dictionary) do a decent translation of written Russian. That was the class that I excelled in, Scientific Russian translating Russian scientific articles and where I met Sparky. There were only 2 girls in the class of 30 or so. We kind of stood out. As far as Sparky goes, he can sing a song about cement and concrete – it sounds very “heroic”!
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Oh wow! Thanks for the story!!!!
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You are very welcome – the story is one that is amusing to me…
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You must be very patient!
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Interesting poem style. Have a great week.
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I like some of the different styles – it makes you have to really exercise the brain muscles. And that is always to my benefit and sometimes to others when it generates a poem that is relatable.
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I agree, it sure is a mental workout. I think it’s a good thing that you’re constantly challenging yourself with poetry and its varied forms.
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Keeping my mind sharp is at least as important as being physically fit! Maybe more so!
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I bet it does and it keeps you from being bored.
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I try not to get bored and poetry gives me a creative outlet! It is a win-win for me…
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Writing and knitting give me my creative outlet.
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And really productive outlets too! (Though your photography should be included because you really do capture some excellent images!)
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Yes I forgot about that one. Thank you.
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❤
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Thankful for the happy unions that manage to survive. Glad you and Sparky are among them. 🙂
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Thanks tons Dodi! We are going strong and life is good…
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Wow, nearly 40 years! 40 years don’t come easy. Whenever you’ve mentioned Sparky, it has always been with tenderness. So, even with challenges that must come to one and all, I bet you are both a gift to one another.
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We are one in spirit, in the truest sense of marriage. There are very few things that are undertaken without consultation and agreement. I would never make a purchase of over $50 without first getting Sparky’s input. And he accords me the same courtesy. Life is pretty good since we do everything with the other in mind…
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Awesome poem for a difficult form, but then, you made it look so easy.
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Thanks Mr. Mouse! I have been looking at some forms that I’ve sort of ignored for awhile. This one was easier than some but more difficult than a nonnet or etheree…
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Funny, looking at it I would think the exact opposite. Either way, well done.
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Thanks. sometimes I’m inspired and the words come easily – other times even if it is an easy form I struggle…
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I understand completely. I’ve tackled a few like that myself.
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The plight of the poet! I suppose misery loves company!!
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Much poetry is born from misery. I guess we should be thankful.
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Yes it seems so. At least I try not to wallow in misery! A little suffering stirred into my luncheon dessert suffices.
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I prefer sugar but whatever floats your boat, small doses throughout the day sounds sensible.
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Obviously you don’t struggle with diets. Sugar=guilt, guilt=misery, misery=skipping the sugar so I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t!
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I don’t. Never had to diet or visit a gym. I come from a line of athletes and I am incredibly active.
I was expecting=the dark side, to end that 🤣
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Hehe! You have to laugh at life and some times the absurdity wins over angst. Misery is overrated…
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But a great motivator 😏
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Ha! I’m totally motivated by the carrot (cake) and not the stick!!
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I’m more of a stick(y date pudding) kinda guy.
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Haha! It takes all kinds. I’m good as long as everyone gets their just desserts!
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Well said! 😂
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That’s so lovely. It gives me hope, Muri ❤
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I’m pleased that you are hopeful. The secrets to a long and loving marriage are many but the biggest is that everything we do is first considered in the context of how it will impact the other. That is the major difference between being married and being single. And you must always put the well being of your spouse first – and they must do the same toward you. I wish you many years of blissful marriage!
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Thanks so much for this. I loved the poem and also the explanation.. I am sure that we have all had such a (one way) conversation with another person. One I know, who had gone three marriages and was complaining about the fourth, got a short reply from me: “do you think that you may be part of the problem~?” We are still friends, but I do not know much new about her love life, or lack of it. Another was my little sister who seemed to end up with an alcoholic three times: I said to her: “Bonnie, when will you figure out that you can not find a good husband in a bar~?”
Congratulations on you and Sparky, Some people must strike several times before they get a “spark”, but we both seem to have hit it with the first strike after a few duds in the dark~! I too had such a marriage~! Does Sparky sing the song to you: “This Little Light of Mine”…. The last week of her life I was singing to her: “You Are My Sunshine”, now even hearing it saddens me and brings tears to my eyes.
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We have a few “love tunes” but prefer to sing whale songs to each other. “You Are My Sunshine” was my grandfather and my song – he taught it to me and we’d sing a duet. I get sad when I hear it too. He died too young. I was fortunate that I held out for what I wanted and didn’t rush into marriage (even though 2 other guys proposed to me – one of them twice)! I can only imagine the disasters that could have been…
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I’m happy for you and Sparky and your marital bliss! I divorced after 30 years of marriage, but I told myself early on that I had to forgive and not be bitter or angry. That has served me well, focusing on the new life, rather than the old. And I still like men, just haven’t found the right one yet. 😉
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I’m so sorry. A divorce after that long is a loss akin to a death. I’m glad you have been able to move on. Being resilient in the face of change is a key element of having a happy life. Perhaps you will find another that will be a blessing to you..
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No need to be sorry. It was one of the best things I ever did for myself. I am as happy as a clam right now and if the heavens decide to put a really nice, 6’2″ handsome, mscular man with a bicycle in my life, so be it! :-p
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Being happy and contented in life is beyond valuable. I hope you do find your dream man!
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Good job on the poem, not to mention it’s inspiration!
Always neat to hear about your life there.
& then there’s the comments, here, as dessert!
😉
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Kim you make me smile! I’m always looking for inspiration. As for the comments – they are often better than the post!
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Interesting cryptic! I think a good marriage is always a little secret and you keep learning the keys if you are lucky enough to last in this crazy world!
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Thanks cupcake. I think the lasting part is more hard wok than luck… we make our own luck in marriage!
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I definitely agree. And sometimes we decide what we can take on-dealing with the good and the confusing. For me, dealing with teenage stepchildren who are now married and have children-I am a grandmother was often a lesson, bittersweet. They see me just as ‘grandma.’
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So glad you can enjoy that designation – being Grandma is something I’m looking forward to…
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Yes, I am honored that they are so open and giving to me. For me, it was challenging as they are not my blood but I accept them and will be there if they need me or us!
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And that is what makes you a grandmother of the heart….
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I know women like her too, Valerie, and unfortunately, when you’ve been hurt multiple times, it can really cause you to be angry at and even hate members that fall into the same category as the person who hurt you. I was once there myself after I divorced my first husband. But in the end, I had to accept some of the responsibility and it was up to me to change my life. I’m happy to say that today, I have a husband who adores me, and who I adore back. Although during our first two years of marriage, we fought like cats and dogs, I realize now that we were just getting used to each others’ ways. He works hard and is a responsible guy and I couldn’t be more proud of him and love him more. My heart goes out to the woman you mention and I feel for her. I’m also happy that you have a successful and loving marriage. May you and your hubby have many more beautiful years together. ❤
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I’m glad you were able to find your way in rough seas to a place of calm waters! A good partner can make all the difference in your outlook. I wish the same to you in your marriage, that is many years of happiness!
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Thank you so much, Valerie. ❤
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You are very welcome Cherie!
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It sounds as if you met Sparky early. Some of us learn later on who the good guys are. For me, it is a honest man who speaks the truth with a good sense of humor and a great work ethic. I think he hit the jackpot with me as I met his ex-wives and to be honest, they were scary! I dated a lot before meeting my husband and now we have been together over two decades.
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And just so we are clear, there were 2-one an attorney and one from the hills of Georgia. Not sure where I fit in but it is a better match, for sure.
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Sometimes it is a matter of maturity and compromise… At least he didn’t give up on the possibility of marriage!
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I know. I had my chance to get married twice before but it was never on my mind. I was never ‘follow the rules’ sort. He said he would not get married again, and then we met. I thought I was going to marry a handsome but slippery man from Egypt and settle overseas. Such is the stuff of life. We never know and the stories entertain us as we get older. I was lucky as I could have ended up in another country battling these times.
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Fate is fickle and you seem to have found happiness!
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We met in college halfway through our Junior year. I’ve said many times that I’ve led a charmed life – my marriage is just another example of the way I dodged so many bad possibilities!!
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Oh, but I am glad to have dated and gotten married later in life. My husband would not have his children if he had not met his first wife. I know he is very proud of his son and daughter. I am learning more and more about the grandchildren and glad to have them around.
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Thanks for letting me share, murisopsis. I like where I am right now. No Germany or Egypt for me, at least this year!
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Congratulations on you and Sparky loving each other for 40 years.
I’ve been thinking about men of my generation. I remember when “Boy’s Foods” became a class in my high school in 1968/69. Guys were mocked for taking it. I don’t think the first year they filled one whole class but they kept offering it. Most of the men of my generation that I have known have been strange, conflicted creatures. I’m very glad I’m single and I wish I’d had the courage to avoid marriage completely back in the day rather than thinking it was the road to freedom. Am I bitter? I would be if lifelong companionship and children had been my dream, but they weren’t. I now know the main reason I got married in the first place was to get away from my mom and because it was a normal “escape” for girls in my generation. I didn’t know myself well enough and my one regret is that I didn’t have enough faith in myself back then.
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I can relate. I’m very glad I waited until I was 26 to get married and another 5 years after that to start my family. It allowed me to grow up and decide what I really wanted in life. Being married and waiting to start a family allowed Sparky and I to get all our wild and crazy ideas out of our systems… Knowing yourself is the basis for a happy life.
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Definitely. ❤
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So glad she was able to share where she was coming from!
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I was glad she could get it out of her system without committing any crimes!
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Truth expressed in poetry. One of my daughters is in the middle of what looks to be a nasty divorce. Her husband of almost 30 years has a girlfriend and is leaving her. This all just blew up Thurs. night. They have 2 children. a 26 year old son and a 19 year old daughter. Prayers for Anne would be appreciated. She is crushed, devastated, and angry. The family and her friends have been very supportive, but it’s tough.
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Oh Gracia! That is awful news. I will say a special prayer for her and your grandchildren! It really doesn’t make any difference the age of the kids – it is still heartbreaking!
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congrats to you … for being a listener, asking the ‘right’ question and having a ‘hot’ marriage. Some do the relationship thing well, others struggle, you and Sparky are blessed but then you work at it too 🙂
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Yes – it isn’t all fun and games but we have ironed out all the rough spots and have smooth sailing into retirement!
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yea for you both .. I have neighbours married 66 years and they are such a loving devoted couple … makes my heart melt!
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I hope we make it that long! We’d both be 91 yrs old…
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aha so you took your time to find the ‘right’ one, that could be the secret 🙂
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Yep. I wasn’t going to “settle” for inferior goods. At 26 I knew what I was looking for and once I found him, well, tenacity is another of my strengths besides patience!
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lol good for you .. more should be like that! Most people I meet seem to marry before 21 and first divorce by 30, repeat …
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I think at 21 most don’t really know what they want in life let alone marriage… Add to that the “disposable” mindset and you have marriages that are anything but forever. Once the novelty or thrill stops, they discard the marriage and the other person like yesterday’s newspaper.
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all they seem to want is a marriage, a sexy white dress, centre of attention, escape from family home … a white knight to their rescue! Then reality hits …
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Hehe! Marriage is sort of like becoming a nun. They don’t want women trying to escape the world because the world is very much present – same for marriage because whatever you are looking for, it won’t be there in marriage… Marriage is not a band-aid.
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exactly!
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🙂
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I remain grateful, to this day, that I, too, hit the jackpot back then.
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Some folks get lucky… I count my blessings when I hear some of the stories told by those who didn’t find true love…
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A lovely poem and lovely reading your story. There are different ways to happiness and bridges we all have to cross to reach it – some on our own, and some with a partner by our side. May the woman you spoke to discover her way and learn to find acceptance and understanding. And let go of the hurt.
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I think she was working through the anger. The last time I saw her, she was much more relaxed and at peace with her situation. She is still working through some issues but not homicidal… I’m tickled that you enjoyed the poem!
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