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it feels so lost
like a deep memory
of a place
I almost remember
a deep hunger
for home for someones arms
a desire unfulfilled
I put the words on paper
let them get hot enough
to turn to ash
an idle wistful dream
drifts off out of reach.
I held happiness for a moment
Happiness
sorely missing now
but that moment
was exquisite.
So exquisite and.
So perfectly lost

Judith A. Sears
08/21/2018

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Born in 1950, retired from serving people with developmental disabilities and their families, an occupation I spent 37 years doing happily. I write various types of prose and stories. I craft as often as my hands will let me, with beads, shells and paper. Essential Tremors take over sometimes. I have two sons, a daughter-in-law several grand kitties and a grand dog as well as the love of my lap a little brown dog named DeeDee. She believes me to be a good person so I can’t help but think I am.

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