Author: <span>Maura</span>

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,…

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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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I had written poems for everyone, it seemed, but my mother. She asked me about it as she prepared for heart surgery. I promised to write “her” poem and it…

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He’s such a contradiction, and confuses my heart He walks where he will keeps a calendar apart   I devour stacks of words, he reads books of numbers. And so…

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Every prisoner is quoted in his own words, however all last names have been omitted to shield the privacy and security of each. It’s been 173 Christmas Eves since Scrooge…

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In the entire calendar year, there is only one day that I love more than Valentine’s Day. There is something about a day set aside for the purpose of actively…

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