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On Sundays we’d drive

to the cemetery,

just me and Dad.

He’d talk softly

to his departed son

and arrange fresh flowers

on the grave.

Then standing tall,

he’d blow his nose

and tell me it was time

to put some miles on the car,

and we’d head east

for the country roads

where he’d point his corn cob pipe

at the tiny farms

and talk about Oklahoma,

then sing a chorus

of “The Strawberry Roan”.

Sometimes we’d pull over, and

he’d sniff the air and smile –

and then we’d turn around

and head for home.

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(c) 1992, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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This world has changed

since you and I

allowed the years

to wrinkle by

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without a pause

we didn’t notice

the quiet closing

of the lotus.

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Now we fail

to recognize

the crinkles ‘round

each other’s eyes

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when one says no,

the other yes —

a corner turned

yet I confess

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that deep inside

I’ll ne’er forget

your Romeo

to my Juliet.

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©  2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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Like those nesting dolls

in graduated sizes

my sons became

encased each year

inside of bigger boys.

Now grown and sealed

inside tall men

they’re unaware

I still see through

a mother’s eyes

to all those younger little boys

still playing deep inside.

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(c) 1992, 2014  Betty Hayes Albright

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(remembering a first marriage…)

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Do you remember

silver man,

when we were two wings

flying one dream

beneath warm quilts?

But one night

I couldn’t breathe

and tore off the covers

when you couldn’t help

but throw

your pillow down.

We rolled

from the edges

of the bed

and let the feathers

settle

into the spread

of time.

Still now and then

one catches my eyeIMG_5141

floating to the floor.

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(c) 1993, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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Like those nesting dolls

in graduated sizes

my sons became

encased each year

inside of bigger boys.

Now grown and sealed

they’re unaware

I still see through

a mother’s eyes

to all those younger little boys

playing deep inside.

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(c) 1992, 2012  Betty Hayes Albright

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