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avadThis January 20th:
A dear friend's first baby is born. I visit at the hospital and look in amazement into his brand new eyes.
This January 20th:
My ailing aunt in Puerto Rico passes away. I think of her, standing in her kitchen, smiling, as I remember the sounds and smells of her house.
Cycles. Life as moving waves on the ocean. We rise and roll, then crash and meld again.The last breath seeps out and silence. then, somewhere,the baby cries.awake.
January 20th is also the anniversary of my Grandmother's death years ago. My dear Mita, who stays with me always.
Who likes to see out of my eyes.
A dear friend's first baby is born. I visit at the hospital and look in amazement into his brand new eyes.
This January 20th:
My ailing aunt in Puerto Rico passes away. I think of her, standing in her kitchen, smiling, as I remember the sounds and smells of her house.
Cycles. Life as moving waves on the ocean. We rise and roll, then crash and meld again.The last breath seeps out and silence. then, somewhere,the baby cries.awake.
January 20th is also the anniversary of my Grandmother's death years ago. My dear Mita, who stays with me always.
Who likes to see out of my eyes.
