M'hm.
(sonnet #stopwhatever)
While Tigger licks my wedge of brie like thence
Old times, watch steam waft up as ere t'avail,
And from so many years ago I'll hail
Lost visions for a moment: see from hence
Ya, home, the dining table and fr'intents
Our living room with Mum relaxing, frail
As losses, picture window, yonder hale
In what we knew, though's perished since, til whence?
How after, Tigger leaps and twists as twere
Mid-air in play, a catnip mouse her cue,
Til Peter thinks to end that, like tis poor,
This party joined next shortly by just who?
My brother up at last, dissolve aught fer
All that by summons. LORD, we wait for You.
03May26b
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 2:07 PM UTC
M'hm.
(sonnet #stopwhatever)
While Tigger licks my wedge of brie like thence
Old times, watch steam waft up as ere t'avail,
And from so many years ago I'll hail
Lost visions for a moment: see from hence
Ya, home, the dining table and fr'intents
Our living room with Mum relaxing, frail
As losses, picture window, yonder hale
In what we knew, though's perished since, til whence?
How after, Tigger leaps and twists as twere
Mid-air in play, a catnip mouse her cue,
Til Peter thinks to end that, like tis poor,
This party joined next shortly by just who?
My brother up at last, dissolve aught fer
All that by summons. LORD, we wait for You.
03May26b
She was my best friend, but Dad argued that, "she's your mother: she can't be your best friend." While after she died he and I knew similar grief.
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