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Another pain poem. How much time is left?

Yet another of life's lessons. This one is about friendship.

Don't we all have some pain in us?

The girl stepped into her satin dress, anticipating the night.

I regret never having had the nerve to ask my father important questions about his military service before it was too late.

How many times must a mother apologize?

This poem is about my grandmother Pearl who, at the age of fifteen, was left to fend for herself during the cold and frozen winter of 1905.

This poem is about intrusion.

A child's difficult story.

The beggar walked quickly towards our table. This one looked hungry.