An elderly woman I know
has read a number of my poems.
She tells me I'm fortunate
to be able find the words
and use them as needed,
putting them down
in a connected way.
She says, “I’ve been around for eighty years, or so.”,
her modesty still obscuring the specifics.
"I've never been able to find these kinds of words.
I don't know where they would be.
You'd think I'd know where to look for them by now."
So, I thought I'd help her out
and put some of them here in this place
where she can always find them.
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Author:
Michael Anthony (
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Comments2
Beautiful!
(humanity prevails! in each and every
kind and thoughtful
deed or gesture, offered instinctively)
What a sweet little gift you gave her - and us!
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