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cats carved by Arlie

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It was your favorite book,

the one with Goldbug*

hidden in every picture.

You’d turn the pages

and find him peeking

from the window of a car

or riding in the back

of a fire truck.

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When you grew up

you had your own cars and trucks

and never failed to wave

and beep your horn

when you drove away.

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A year ago today

you left this realm

but you are not gone.

I feel you standing next to me

as I water the grape ivy.

Your wind chime rings

when the air is perfectly still.

The little wooden cats

you carved for me

change position during the night.

Something invisible

tickles my arm.

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You tell me in a dream

not to be sad

and you wave at me

from the windows of everywhere.

I wave back

and turn another page.

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©  2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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* from Richard Scarry’s – Cars and Trucks and Things that Go

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Cats carved by my late son, Arlie, when he was 8 or 9.

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I’d fly on white wings,

one of joy

one of sorrow

balanced

on crosswinds

above

and below

to mate

in mid-flight

with a prayer.

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(c) 1990, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright

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(A re-post from 2011)

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My thoughts and condolences are with Santa Fe, Texas today, and with all those affected by this most recent school shooting. When will it stop?

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He shells

those cornered dreams

that rub us raw

secreting love

around torn edges

polishing

with his own tears

pearls of poetry.

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(c) 1995,  2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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(Re-posted from 2012)

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Grief does not tip-toe

it comes

on lead feet

leaving deep prints

in the earth

to collect our tears

and send them over-flowing

to the stream

that joins all sorrow

winding to the sea.

And in the walk-about

where we are left to keen

wildflowers bloom around

the weeping willow tree.

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©  2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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Geologists warn,
officials ignore,
give out permits anyway.

Don’t worry,
build your homes out there,
the mountain side
could never slide
that far.

But it did.

And now the fingers
start to point
as they always do.
And to the victims
all the points are moot.

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© 2014 Betty Hayes Albright

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Thoughts and prayers to all the victims and their families

after the huge, deadly landslide north of us

in Oso, Washington.

As of 4-25-2014: 41 dead, 2 still missing.

 

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(a Mayberrie’ poem)

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He commanded her to flee,

the troops were near,

a bugle called.

One more embrace,

one last locking of their eyes,

then go!  he cried,

mounting his steed

and in his voice

she heard the heat

and so she fled into the forest

never looking back.

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Tears stung her cheeks

as wild roses tore her skirt

and branches of the trees

reached out

grabbing at her arms.

She stumbled over coiled roots,

weeping thorns caught her hair

but on she rushed

away from shouts of boiling thunder,

to the castle wall –

knowing that before he rode away

he stopped

and silent, watched her go.

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© 2012  Betty Hayes Albright

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Dove – 2011 posting

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I’d fly on white wings,2doves

one of joy

one of sorrow

balanced

on crosswinds

above

and below

to mate

in mid-flight

with a prayer.

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(c) 1990, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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