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1.24.2010 

Ten thousand dead
in Haiti, all forgotten
when my mother's mother

the ground from which sprang
the ground from which I sprang

ceased, finally, to tremble.

(o)

Oh, I'm sorry, Cat. It always takes precedence, and rightly so.

(I think this is a wonderful poem.)

Posted by Blogger Dale | 24/1/10 20:11   

I'm sorry, honey.

Posted by Blogger Chris Clarke | 25/1/10 02:29   

I'm sorry, and remember very well how I felt when that happened in my life. {{hugs}}

Posted by Blogger Beth | 25/1/10 13:36   

So sorry to hear about your grandma. Our thoughts will definitely be with you and your family.

Posted by Blogger basebell6 | 26/1/10 16:58   

Oh, no. I'm so sorry.

Posted by Anonymous nina | 31/1/10 12:55   

Very sorry. I love the poems.

Posted by Anonymous cc | 4/2/10 17:26   

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