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caregiver

put
a
word here
and then there
gather them ‘round you
watch as they open up their eyes
singing, showing teeth
from your hand
feed them
the
truth

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  1. Sherry Blue SkyJuly 16, 2017 at 11:07 AM

    I love it, especially "feed them the truth". Lovely to see you, Rene.

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    1. UnknownJuly 16, 2017 at 8:41 PM

      Thank you, Sherry. Summer afford s me a little more time to write

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  2. annell4July 16, 2017 at 11:46 AM

    Visually beautiful!

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  3. Donna@LivingFromHappinessJuly 16, 2017 at 2:48 PM

    Oh my what a wonderful read....loved, 'singing, showing teeth'

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  4. Sanaa RizviJuly 16, 2017 at 3:44 PM

    This is stunning!!

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  5. brudbergJuly 16, 2017 at 4:54 PM

    Those are the words we need... alas most words breeds from lies these days

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  6. ZQJuly 16, 2017 at 5:27 PM

    Yes!
    ZQ

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  7. Rob JacksonJuly 16, 2017 at 6:01 PM

    Touching. Thanks for sharing!

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  8. Old EggJuly 16, 2017 at 9:17 PM

    What is truth? I don't know any more.

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  9. SusanJuly 16, 2017 at 11:38 PM

    Lovely, lovely! Attention to words, to memory (song), to food and life!

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  10. MaryJuly 17, 2017 at 12:33 PM

    Well - hopefully the truth will be listened to. These days I am not so sure. Powerful writing, Rene! Can be read on many levels.

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  11. JulianJuly 17, 2017 at 2:23 PM

    I did enjoy you poem in its entirety.

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