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Five question Friday…8/26/2011
August 30, 2011
Five question Friday…8/26/2011…I was late, so didn’t get this posted, but wanted to develop some discipline..of some kind !

1. Did You Make Any Fun Purchases This Week?

T-shirt at the Bangor Music Festival…not too much fun, but nice to have a new t-shirt without acrylic paint stains ☺.

2. If You Could Go To Any Musical Concert, What Would It Be?

Hmmmmmmmm. I missed Bob Dylan last week, so…..Bruce Springsteen

3. What Is Your Least Fav/ Most Fav House Chore?

Least favorite – Bathroom

Most favorite – emptying clean dishes out of the dishwasher

4. Would You Prefer New Appliances Or Clothes?

Now that I have my new stovetop and hood, clothes.

5. Miracle Whip/Mayo?

Miracle Whip…learning to like Mayo


photograph (c) Sigrid Saradunn
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August 26, 2011
S is for the Island of Sunshine
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The Island of Sunshine/ an island of sorrow/
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sisters three/now sister alone.
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Life’s changes/the universe calls
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Two watch over one.

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Note:
For Jennifer, known as “Jeff”,
the oldest of three/ has buried two younger sisters
one two years ago, one last week.
The island of Sunshine is near Deer Isle, Maine.



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A TIME TO SAY GOODBYE

The time has come,
after all my whining
about wanting quiet time,
an empty house,
no disruptions to my thoughts,
I remember being told,
“be careful what you wish
for…you MAY get it.”
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The time has come
for the last to leave
and move away,
and not return
to stay.
MOVE,
not just go to school,
join the Air Force,
(you tricked me here,
but I understand,
better life choices
in Denver)
or out of the house but
still with in reach …
twenty miles is almost
next door.
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When the time came,
Y’all took my advice,
move near an airport
to make visiting easy…
Denver and
Dallas airports seem
a world away.
Close but not so close.
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The time has come for
the last “forever” move,
Sabrina,
on her own,
the first grandchild to be on
her own.
My house has been her “base”,
home away from home,
for almost 19 years.
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The time has come
for all good things
to come to an end.
Good things will start
in Texas for Sabrina,
her new home,
new school of art,
near her mother,
sister,
John,
And I can’t forget
the CATS,
Baby and Kiki
who’ve been missed like
siblings.
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The time has come,
a new day
is starting,
a new door opened,
a new chapter has
begun.
It’s a time to say
Goodbye.
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remembering
navy blue shoes
with steel high heels
walking on concrete sidewalks
hearing the rhythm of my walk
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small stones prompt: shoes
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photo: High Heel – Deedra /by Nina
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……………….Sigrid Saradunn

Citrus fruit squeezer like my Mother would have used back in my childhood and beyond.


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fresh squeezed orange juice
it was the norm growing up
helping Mother squeeze the orange juice
essence of orange on our hands
getting every drop of juice to share
sunshine in every sip

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published in
POSTED ON MARCH 27, 2019 BY KATHABELA WILSON
Poets Salon: The Scent of Orange
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Please go to the link below for the other wonderful Scent of Orange poems.
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https://www.coloradoboulevard.net/poets-salon-the-scent-of-orange/?fbclid=IwAR16SYNuuS34WfiaH1kdfpo1SMs9cNYe1QSuqgaqC9wnJx5dtl_NoZnXLCw


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Daffodil painting from Peace Post Card series


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Thinking of Mimi on her birthdate
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Daffodils are being sold
A sign of spring reminds me
of Mimi so full of joy
and enjoying the changing
of the season.
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What a blessing the world received
the day Joan was born.
Laughter in the rain
the sun in her spirit.
Missing Joan, with each daffodil of spring.
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3/23/2019 … born 1940
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Daffodil painting from Peace Post Card series
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Window to the past
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Today my son called to tell me he was reading a new book about
Robin Emery who had been a teacher of his. She also broke
the barrier for women in the sport of road racing in Maine.
Just moving to Maine, in 1971, that the young teacher I saw
thru my porch window, running out of the school playground
and up the hill, would in one year, ask to run in the Bangor
Labor Day Race.
“Well, my dear,” Emery mimics their patronizing tone.
“You can. Just don’t get in the way.”
She would some day break records and
pave the way for women runners every where.
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a book, a window to the past
of barriers to women in sports
running for the love of running
reading about my world decades ago
remembering watching history
being made from my porch window
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Prompt: small stones, windows
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photo source, cover of Robin Emery’s book
“Maine’s First Lady of Running” by Ed Rice/ Amazon.com