Alice… what's the matter?
breast cancer blogger
Category: poetry
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This is for a good friend, with all my love. “Song of the open road” by Walt Whitman I do not offer the old smooth prizes, but offer rough new prizes. These are the days that must happen to you: You shall not heap up what is called riches, you shall scatter with lavish hand…
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It hurts our hearts that you are gone, and this is now the end of the story of a wife, a mother, grandma, sister, friend. You’re spoken of in such fond ways, by everyone you’ve met. Your kindness and your lovely smile they never will forget. You’re still here in our photos and in voicemails…
Alice... what's the matter? 