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Metta
I would go back to that moment of pain - the lightning in my back. That time before dawn and the hot tea spilt in my morning lap. I would carry the book with the... More »
Metta
Before my Father passed on I remembered Father's Day as in a rush to remember not to forget to get something sent to him. I loved my Dad and I knew he loved me unquestioningly... More »
Metta
When he calls in the night I have forgotten his voice. Can two years so separate a father from a daughter? He is surprised and asks, "have you lost me so soon?" But what business... More »
Metta
I know it is almost Mother's Day - but my Father was many times both my Mother and Father due to the lack of my Mother's presence... This is a little bit about him who... More »
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