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Search Results for: label/Year%20of%20Yes If you give a child an inch of surprise, he’ll take a mile of joy and when spring gusted in, all happy, they ran even farther, their shirt tails flapping colors behind. But, really, who would have ever expected a Farmer right in the middle of spring planting to come help! fly the currents, to...  And I’m in our bedroom stacking The Farmer’s freshly laundered denims when I hear the back door slam shut. Malakai’s in. And I hear his still-outside voice holler loud at Shalom over the brrr whirl of the pop-pop-pop-popcorn maker, “Popcorn? Did Mom really say you could make popcorn, Shalom?” And I hear it too when...  Her poem for me, the one she wrote for me who wrote of living anxious agoraphobia, her poem lines come again to me. When I stand in line at customs in Canada, turn and wave tear brave to my Mama still standing at security, smiling me off. And again, when in Dallas, when the flight...  |
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