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Carol A. Hand Gazing out the kitchen window Washing dishes one by one cloaked in golden light a glorious gift from the morning sun Thinking of my lovely daughter Grateful *** ***
Carol A. Hand Each moment that’s lived leaves its mark Like the annual growth rings of trees Lean years and times of plenty Recorded as part of our being Times of joy and loss visible on our external frame *** … Continue reading
Carol A. Hand A task that once felt impossible Is now almost complete The last four chapters outlined Yet the ending feels bittersweet Although eager to write the final word It means saying a poignant adieu To a fictive version … Continue reading
Carol A. Hand My task for now is simply to write I lose track of time Is it day or night? When I look out my window It’s sometimes hard to know These past few days I only see snow … Continue reading
Carol A. Hand Ah, discipline There are so many unhealthy things I still do But I’m learning to trust myself and my heart Learning to be impatiently patient To finish what I’ve begun Even on days when the path is … Continue reading