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Poem from Mom “Being”

September 14, 2009
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being in this moment
this was a morning to be
sitting on the cabin porch
the rain clouds were stacked
on the horizon like stairsteps
misty drops found your arm
the leaping frog woods was still
so quiet you could hear a pin drop
gypsy was on the porch next to me
mesmerized by our big calico cat
who was quietly sitting
on the end of a porch log
it was a stand off
the cat finally walked by gypsy
turned around and left
making her statement perfectly
the only sound we heard
was a dove landing in the feeding area
the stillness and quiet
worked its magic spell
until the north wind found a breeze
and brushed against our faces
and reminded us how lucky we were
to be here for this morning moment

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