They mate for life.
Mother went up for atrial stenosis surgery
UCLA sent her home
Vultures soar on thermals with their kin
I see my tree moving away
After building a dynasty
Plucked to DNA thin.
Then Healed by time.
PTSD soldier resting on a limb.
Surrounded by almond blossoms with heady fragrance.
Perfumers’ choose frankincense, the notes sing a familiar song.
Grandma’s cologne causes sleeplessness.
I miss the girlies.
In their growth.
In their journeys.
I love them as my own
Barberries, pomegranate seeds and
chunky ruby beads repair a broken spirit.
My brother witnessed his heart on a table.
The anesthesiologist gave him remedy.
A pump kept him going.
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