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Lori Ann

When it came to pick a name for our first born,

we borrowed it from a little girl in our Sunday School Class

who was always eager to hear about Jesus, Loriann.

We didn’t feel it necessary for yet another name

so we had Lori Ann recorded on her birth certificate.

We called her Loriann up until she turned twelve

when she realized that her first name was Lori.

So no more Loriann, she made it clear

to all around that was not her name.

Still some people will call her Loriann,

but she refuses to respond to it.

So essentially, she named herself.

               

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Velcro Friends

I have friends so smart and fun

With laughs and smiles by the ton

Being with them is a must

After years, we’ve just begun

Personalities that click

Like Velcro we’re bound to stick

They chase the grumblies away

As they say, like thieves, we’re thick

So delighted when we greet

Here or there or on the street

We hug, joke and laugh again

Like we party when we meet

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Where I’m From

I am from hills, creeks and trees

From some bruises and skinned knees

From five cousins in a band

From sandwiches of sharp cheese

I am from Shannons and Hursts

From a time of many firsts

From red hair, freckles and curls

From five girls and their outbursts

I am from Alden and Pace

From past dangers boldly faced

From bedtime after praying

From meals after saying grace

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But I Am Glad I Did Not Die Young

Heaven

Wonderful place

I know it in my bones

But I’m glad I did not die young

If not

for earth

its pain, darkness, and challenges

would I appreciate

the greatness of

Heaven?

Title from Daniel Paicopulos’ “Recollections”.

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Be brief

No novellas in the making

Just a reverse cinquain

Short on topic

Finished

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Snow smushed lilacs. Just as well. I thought I was adventurous with my winter walk, but now I’ve got a cold. Can’t smell anything.

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George Herbert

Skinny man, big nose
Born 1593, Wales
Humble, loved poet
Reflective, lyrical, deep
Solid in faith, eloquent