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Impressionist painting
Surrounded by silver Azure sky at twilight With sparkling pink stars. This ring was a gift I bought for myself To honor my wedding Sixty-four years ago. How do I know what He would have chosen? He could read my mind And he knew I loved Impressionist paintings.
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When my daughters were small
One of their favorite stories Was about a turtle Whose mother would caution him About the dangers in the world. "Don't touch that stove,” His mother would say, ”It's hot! and could burn you." Then he would touch it And say, "OOh, it's hot!" Or, “That water is too cold,” His mother would say, “Stay out of it. You’ll freeze." He would go anyway, And say, "OOh, it's cold!” My daughters used that turtle As their role model. They dipped their fingers and toes into marriages and careers Their mother warned them against. They made their own way Into meaningful lives, Which only goes to prove That in our family, Turtle knows best. |
AuthorBetty Farber lives in New York City. She is a great-grandmother of six. Archives
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