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From the beginning the Wind and the Mountain were born and grew together like siblings. They loved one another and played and grew up together so closely that they shaped one another’s personalities. They built upon their traits of strength, longevity, wisdom and patience. As they continued to grow Mountain took notice at how fast the wind could move and in all directions; north, south, east and west. Wind blew through the trees and forests, through the desert and plains and could even blow the… Continue

What I can bring my mother?

A pretty pink flower plucked fresh from the hospital grounds

A feathery peony, soft and smooth like a bird, I found

I could bring a smile, some soup and crackers, nuts or perhaps tea

Conversation, stories, my poems and news about relatives and me

I could just sit and watch television and eat snacks by her bed

I could bring lotions and potions for her face and comb her head

But what could I bring, to get you out of this bed?

Days and weeks with no progress made… Continue