
A door is opened
some call it a prison
I am refreshed
you are there
dressed in yellow
your face lights up
moments float like petals
younger times
come to mind
we giggle
I take off my uniform
reminded of a perfect day
in a world
Alzheimers is a not allowed
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Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing with an E. African team that is developing elementary curriculum for African children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children (on all continents) who want to learn.
I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community.
I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers.
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Yes, it shouldn’t be part of this world. Great little poem.
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Excellent truth
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NEVER EVER allowed.
In memory of my dad, brave heart who battled with this ugly beast for far too many years.
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Hi Moondust Writer – poet extraordinaire … loved this – so evocative and so sad – yes too many get caught in the Alzheimer’s web of end of life … with thoughts – Hilary
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an insightful verse my friend.
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Alas… it’s still here… I know of it too well.
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forward
we take that step
deep within those lost words
and find thoughts in another place
more love
Grand, Moonie_!
__ Returns of love to those of cared then, and still do; we care. _m
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This is a nice poem, I am going to reblog this for you.
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Reblogged this on Truth Troubles.
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