Twiglets “Layers of Clouds”
Studies me through gloomy clouds
straining past the thin layers
that complicate her knowing
I seem familiar to her
one who carries a brave smile
pats her hand, kisses her head.
I talk about the weather,
the season, flowers blooming.
She looks at the daffodils
in a vase beside her bed
she smiles and nods as I speak
hopes this stranger comes again.
Autumn of the Soul 
I had a jean once. I miss her so. We’ll probably all be Jean someday, eh?
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Could be. I’d hate it for those I love to have to deal with.
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If a stranger brought me flowers, I’d be doubly delighted. Hopefully I’d know they were flowers.
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Hopefully, me too
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So sad. My mother, now my husband. I wonder, can I be far behind?
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I’m so sorry Sara. I had no idea. That’s so hard.
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Thank you, Debi.
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