Burden
Bearing the burden of all the right things, honesty’s fragile fingers. -Katherine Gotthardt Photo by Benjamin Ranger on Unsplash
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Growing In
Age grow in at the edges, each experience white, baby-fine. Try not to judge these wispy years while we become
ReBirth
And there, amidst the mange, a tranquil tuft of growth, baby-haired, white. The whole world hummed, as if it, too,
Cardinal
By Katherine Gotthardt Mornings, I want to write deeply, delve into the beak of the cardinal by my window,
Women of a Certain Age
We women of certain age have seen some things. But we don’t always tell. We tuck lessons learned into our
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It Has Been Too Long
It has been too long/since I’ve felt an infant’s cheek
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