I wanted to try something new with my mothers words and poetry and prose. These are just short statements, yet, I hope they go as far as Epitomes go as she speaks, that I have thus far so submitted. I swore I would stop when 100 of her poems were placed on this site, (yet, forgive me if my swearing does not end). But, I wanted to share some of her fast and caring feelings, in few words. I think the readers will appreciate. There are pages of these in her journal and her works. Just sharing a few.
May We grieve For Some More Than others - Those who thought We wouldn't And Those who knew We Would. ~~~~~~~~~~
All you Become Depends upon Your soul, Not Your birth or Place or Circumstance. Remember that - And Get busy.
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Health is Our Greatest Wealth.
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We turn our backs To our perception of anomaly As if we, ourselves, Were not strange.
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Every dimension Leads to another With the past in tow
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