1979
summer days, the hours long and sunny.
each morning begins with mamang’s fresh silog,
then long walks with her at the park across our street.
the rest of the time was star wars toys, filmation and wb
cartoons, and adam west’s batman. and naturally there were
naps, when ‘mang would read my winnie the pooh books for
me.
2017
this was a freedom i hadn’t known for nearly forty years (i’d
recently lost everything: my car, my piano, my dogs, my
family, my home; my sense of meaning; my youthful
party-eager body): i am completely alone, but find
i’m not lonely: i have my toys, my memories; i
still love & am loved: the peace of remaining
me.
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~A.
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