Wilderness Tanka
snowy wilderness
cold winter sun, soaring trees
a small lone figure
for a time she stood fearless
my protector, my mother
Wilderness Tanka
snowy wilderness
cold winter sun, soaring trees
a small lone figure
for a time she stood fearless
my protector, my mother
You were, indeed, most fortunate.
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Yes, I was. I miss her terribly.
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I can’t begin to imagine what that was like but I’m happy for you that you had such a wonderful parent and sad that there is pain.
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Thank you, Lea.
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Liz, Enjoy those beautiful memories. They are indeed precious.
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I cherish them.
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I have no doubt. You are truly fortunate to have them. 🙂
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So much in these few words! Lovely.
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Thank you, Merril! I appreciate your letting me know you enjoyed it.
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very well written! this was a lovely.
thanks for sharing us.
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Thank you very much, Ritu! I’m so glad you enjoyed it.
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