(me -Krissy as a kid- gotta get back to my 3rd grade stories one of these days, photo taken in 1989)
I wanna live like love’s never dying
never saying goodbye, see ya later or next time, for now our goodbye’s are getting cold
there’s a lake camping out on my eyelids – east winds, blowing
southbound and strong, I remember the smell of old writings,
I remember fear eating away at the day -we’d say goodbye,
I’m still looking for the sun in Indiana
still growing-up to be a grow up – one of these ole’ days
still love to taste dark cherries of summer
still love to daze into the dawn of the open-sun
still love to feel small against river’s rapid drums
and know home-home is never done.
kindness sister Krissy…(one day at a time)
A Poet's Vision 
{{Hugs, Krissy…this is powerful.}}
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hugs Lori’ 🙂 🙂 thanks for the love
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Love this — like but different … and I like it better — that’s always personal to Nikki Giovanni’s “KNoxville, Tennessee.”
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thank you Maren – love her work oh yes nothing like home, and warmth of the south
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