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 Mar 2020 Barbara
Michael Stefan
I turn
off
the news

Terror
rocks
our
world

Heads
bowed,
praying
in pews

And
international
flags
are furled

Rubbing
my
aching
temples

Viral
news
finally
makes sense

Close
my door
as nations
tremble

And
bask,
in sweet
silence.
 Mar 2020 Barbara
Michael Stefan
Never sweeter a sound was heard
Then the giggle of a child
I held you in my strong arms
Your eyes told me you were wild

My whelp through and through
I knew you by your face
And in your merry wickedness
Lacking embarrassment and grace

You madly pinched my finger
And squeezed it for a while
Then you giggled, then you burped
And at long last
I saw your smile
I have lived a very full life immersed in international travel, art, and outdoor activities.  And still, the most beautiful thing I have ever done was give life to and raise my daughter.  She's always going to be the light of my life.
 Mar 2020 Barbara
Michael Stefan
such a thing
a little kiss
my lower lip
sandwiched between yours

no small occurrence
as your lips
drew me in
and I lost

my grounded inhibitions
my smooth resistance
my very soul
drawn into yours
Man, I remember that first kiss with the love of my life.  This poem was written immediately after that wondrous event that seemed to echo throughout the following week.  It was such a joyous event.
 Mar 2020 Barbara
Michael Stefan
Love, unlike pizza,
is never good the next day
after it has grown cold

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