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About This Author
A changeling spirit,
constantly evolving,
revolving around an inner core,
spinning forth legend and lore,
stories and lives
as I come to grips
with who and what I am,
have been and may be.
I am a phoenix:
rising ever above and beyond!
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Still Ringing Still Ringing
I met a Lady yesterday
at an event to raise money
to fight cancer: beyond thin,
eyes sparkling, immense smile.
More. She's a survivor.
We talked. She waxed poetic
of her husband for forty years,
children, her grands, and three greats.
She outwalked me and my bum knee,
the twenty-somethings who had no clue
why they walked, but "Mom said we had to,"
and corporate executives with golf-sock tans.
Energy to spare, she table-hopped,
laughed, and spread the joy of her being
like there was no tomorrow.
I mentioned that to her
and she said, with her infectious smile,
"I never know
how many tomorrows I will have,
so I make the best of every single day."
She rang her bell twenty-three years,
five months and seventeen days ago.
Says she rings a bell at home every morning.
Yesterday, I met one very grand Lady.
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