tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post4067452904235223217..comments2024-02-03T14:41:13.330-05:00Comments on Writing Without Paper: Losing My Mother (Poem)Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13290283101378474845noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-31655967726277768732018-01-28T04:07:30.798-05:002018-01-28T04:07:30.798-05:00The strangeness that is between parent and child, ...The strangeness that is between parent and child, the wide birth of our lives. Never quite knowing why it keeps going somehow after we are dead and not quite gone. They are just things, the very old say. Just things, give them away.nancy marie davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14110059144296946148noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-74019880884051835972018-01-24T11:26:01.897-05:002018-01-24T11:26:01.897-05:00Drew Myron: Thank you, Drew, for your comment &quo...Drew Myron: Thank you, Drew, for your comment "Lovely, sad, and true"; I accidentally deleted it while using my iPad. Thank you for being so wonderful a friend.Maureenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13290283101378474845noreply@blogger.com