Bombarded by a steady stream of data, demands, and decisions, she felt fragmented—uncertain of herself and even less certain of her place in the current universe. She wished that a pause button would induce a state of suspended animation, creating a conceptual place outside the fabric of space-time where she could recompose herself. In that space she would collect and consider pieces of herself. She would sift, sort, synthesize, reshape, and revise her thoughts, her life, and herself there.
Friday, April 03, 2009
Graveside Games
Death--seldom convenient,
Still, there's life yet to live
Knowing this
Children wandered away
From the grief to the graves
Where they searched for and saved
49 drowning worms that day.
Had Grandma been there
She would have agreed
The game that they played was worthwhile
For she never liked tears
And throughout all her years
God's creations made her smile.
Cherice Montgomery, 4-19-2009
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