Author: <span class="vcard">Maura</span>

When the heart is full, the pen falls quiet. And so it would be this Mother’s Day except my gratitude is too gigantic to not be expressed. I couldn’t live…

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Everywhere life takes me, I cannot help but notice people being kind to one another and to me. I call it camerado-ing, the verb form of camerado. It has long…

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Graceful neck arching, mane behind-flying, lively prancing through life’s landscape, comes a filly bright and beautiful. Days: perfect diamonds as she glitters on. Eyes wide, heart open, soul singing– true,…

Poetry

Fate whistles as she waltzes, duplicity in her has grown. Proud of her independence, somehow she dances alone. She once did move so sweetly enticingly offering much. But now she…

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I was expecting my fifth child, and this one was anxious to get born. Too anxious. I was hospitalized to halt early labor and, when released, was sent home with…

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Come somewhere through the mists with me Come somewhere Tenderly   We’ll not be lost Our hands will touch   Come anywhere through the mists with me.

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