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Not upon a broad expanse of road
do I see life’s journey
nor upon paths through woods and meadow
but rather as a footbridge that made its way
above towns and cities and over
forest,field, lake and river

Sometimes the bridge might swing
so low to the ground that I might…

A poem

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Another year, another spring, another Mother’s Day
A day filled with phone calls from children and grandchildren
My husband will do something in honour of the day
I will begin and end the day knowing I am loved

And I will think of you

He and I will work in…

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The road seemed rougher than it was last fall
Now, in early spring I drove to the end of it
And stopped, almost at the edge of the lake
Hoping they had returned to dispel a harsh winter

The nest was bigger than it was last year
When it had been…

A night visitor.

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Last night
Your ghost, stood upon my porch
There was no knock upon the door
No feet shuffled with impatience
But I knew

Do you disturb my rest
Because you cannot find it for yourself
Do you come to haunt or do you search
If you are seeking absolution
I am not a priest…

When we return to each other.

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I shall start each day
As I did today
And in the same manner
That I will start tomorrow

For terminal disease tapped
One of us upon the shoulder
Three years before the spectre
Of death decided to sit
In the best chair in the house
Of every home in the world…

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A light rain seemed to vanish back into the air
before it could settle upon the leaves, the grass
or the mourners…It wrapped it’s mist around the
flowers as they were set upon the ground. They
looked contrived. They should have been wildflowers
you would have chosen from meadows and forests
not a greenhouse. Why did…

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Two nights ago, I was certain
I heard the soft tread
Of your footsteps
Upon my stairs

And the other afternoon
I thought I felt
The tender touch
Of your hand on my hair

One lazy summer morning
On my way to the dentist
I stopped at a red light
At the top…

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And the die was cast
And the mob formed fast
A charlatan spoke last
To the mob amassed
As it was broadcast
To a world aghast

Reason left them all
With his battle call
They stormed the halls
And scaled the walls
And wrote their scrawls
And caterwauled

For freedom…

Deborah Krulicki

I am an artist, a writer and I have known both joy and tragedy. I live at the edge of a Great Lake and find wonder each day in the grandeur of simplicity.

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