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A PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS



It is in the grey of icy evenings
When those dimly-lit wishes seem to fade,
A bitter nip, a woe this season brings
The chafing of hope's ardor, delayed.
Yet , for all I grieve during the passage
Of summer’s festive and vigorous trails
Who could not ponder upon this new stage;
As the quiet of misty Fall unveils
Reflective pauses where breaths gently ease
The dark and long wait of unanswered squall;
Endowing thoughts with a hymnal reprise
And, guiding stillness with poise that enthrals.

It must be the cold flakes in dusk-like stent
That restores hope with godly contentment.



Sara Kendrick’s A Penny For Your Thoughts Contest
“Hope is faith holding out its hand
 in the dark.” ~George Iles
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by nette onclaud
3/20/2015


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Dear Nana

The saddest sound in all the world,
The bagpipes weep as raindrop pearls
Land to take on grass-green hue:
Tears to mourn the loss of you.
Your boys line up with shaking lips
And breaking hearts to numbly grip
Your modest coffin; spirits brave,
They trek toward your dewy grave.
We follow you through wind and rain.
The pipes still croon their sad refrain.
We bury you with roses white,
A tragic yet tremendous rite.

And as you sleep beneath the ground,
The echoes of your life resound.


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Scroll Of Life

SCROLL OF LIFE

Although the light long ago faded from my youth
Clarity of my memories tell one; go home,
If only to find the innocence and the truth
From whence I travelled this world, like a gypsy roam.

When the scroll misconstrued paths collide in the night
Unprepared for the dawning the golden sunrise,
Horizon awakened one of emerald bright
Freeways of poetry and words woven without guise.

The misunderstanding of the unrolling scroll
Gave one measure to digest the loss; the delay,
In sands of time ribald an everlasting toll
The scroll we have a new understanding this day.

The gypsy has finally found himself a home
Through emerald eyes seeing his sunrise; not alone.

© Harry J Horsman & Mandy M Tams 2014


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Three Things Incredible

Inside a Sears store, at age 14,
I stopped to stare, with others there, in awe. . .
A dream achieved was on a TV screen:
Man’s first walk on the moon is what we saw.

Two decades passed, and I, then 35,
had lived thus far to see a mighty fall -
A celebration broadcast world-wide live:
The Cold War’s end; down came the Berlin Wall.

Born when the fight for Civil Rights began,
I’ve seen folks hated for their darker skin.
When I was 53, a black man ran
for president; the whole world saw him win!

Three things incredible in history
I’ve seen, which fan the flame of hope in me!


For Brian Strand's 
A JEWEL IN YOUR CROWN any theme/form max 14 lines Poetry Contest


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If Ever


If ever pain shall strike my wounded soul,
my consolation is you are my cloak
Your calming presence mending any hole,
protecting me from chills it might invoke

If ever moon and tide shall be at war,
and convolutes my tattered, wrinkled mind
I’ll plunge it deep into your ocean floor
of soothing words, ‘til sweetest peace I find

If ever sun shall fall upon its death,
my only prayer is that you'll be with me
For light within your heart is like my breath,
and this will last me for eternity

I know that life shall cease for me one day
But love, ah love, forever it shall stay...





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--English sonnet; iambic pentameter :)



**thanks so much to Kash for the heads up on the syllables, and also to Jack for "it", and also to Sara and Carrie for your insights :)....it's looking better now, thank you!!

again many thanks as well for all who's passed by and left inspiring comments :D; Debbie, I nudged the comma & tweaked that other line and Andrea, thanks so much for the additional wonderful suggestions-- sorry I am a bit stubborn with some of the lines ;)


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Fresh Pillow (Kyrielle Sonnet)

At night I lay my soul to sleep,
Closing my eyes there is no peep,
This soft bed is just so mellow,
My head rests on this fresh pillow.

Forgetting the stress of the day
I am in bed without delay.
Soul at ease— the mind must follow,
My head rests on this fresh pillow.

Satin sheets over my shoulder,
Keep me warm—not getting colder.
Fantasy dreams I now billow,
My head rests on this fresh pillow.

At night I lay my soul to sleep,
My head rests on this fresh pillow.


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Final Act and Epilogue

(submission)
Here we bow down to the Lord of the flies,
making way for elegant hissing gowns,
bejeweled in glittering serpentine eyes,
balancing the luster of crooked crowns.

(self-realization)
Alas! We have lost our morality,
so blindly do we serve this filthy swine;
this vile beast bathes in our depravity,
turning our wretched sins back into wine.

(self-preservation)
At this drunk-fest, the swine ruefully grins,
watching us bow down to our own demise.
Why sit back and watch as the evil wins,
darkness can be vanquished, please realize!

(revelation)
United, we can make our final stand,
and banish this beast from our rightful land.


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Michael's Blessed Birthday (Kyrielle Sonnet)

Have a blessed birthday Michael J Today I knelt for you to pray May His guiding light shine on you God’s grace I pray will bring you through May you have strength on your birthday With family this holiday Celebrating with faith like new God’s grace I pray will bring you through As your son returns home today Like a rainbow brightens the day Continue to wear a smile too God’s grace I pray will bring you through Have a blessed birthday Michael J God’s grace I pray will bring you through © Joseph, 11/20/07 © All Rights Reserved Hello Michael, have a blessed birthday and Thanksgiving holiday with your brave son and family. May God bless each of you always and as a family! The Kyrielle Sonnet is a French form from the Middle Ages. It has 14 lines (three rhyming quatrains and a non-rhyming couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain in the last line of each stanza. Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet has eight syllables. There are times when a French poem links back to the poem’s beginning; therefore, a common practice is to combine the first line of the first quatrain and the refrain in each quatrain as the ending couplet for the poem.


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Sonnet I : Ink and nothing else

Freedom differs on how each men define it,
like the love of autumn or cold of winter.
Vast it may be but meaning is implicit,
so vast that no soul can ever hinder.

I define liberty as a pen and paper.
Mere it is , but my understanding is sure.
What is simple for you, to me strikes deeper.
Thin a  paper be , but it lasts to endure. 

The glory of ink is immeasurable,
for a tender soul of mine to comprehend.
Though age  has  numbers, I am an example,
of a generation's hope for we to ascend.

May the world be courageous to project art.
Like this sonnet , this is where I start.


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The Sun Will Shine On Your Face

Suspended improbably on shoulders
Hunched by years of glacial attrition
And threaded through a forest of boulders:
The path that holds the key to my mission
I speak allegorically, because
This tortured path has ne’er been seen before
And every rock is a problem that was
And every chasm is an open sore
Each footstep will demand its pound of pain
The raven keeps score of the promises
But I will endure until I unchain
The bright drops from the dark cloud’s surfaces

    And refract the light from the Sun, to send
    To the Heart of Gold at the Rainbow’s end ~


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Here I am Alone

Here I am alone
Alone in the dark side of the window
Where all I can see is a shadow
A shadow that comes from my own

I looked at the sky
Many stars glistened at the top of my eyes
For this beautiful night
I end imagining and enjoy the sight

The flowers end there bloom
When the day started to gloom
How I wish I am so wise
That I can only think twice

Here I am alone
Counting my teardrops on my own
I wish there could be someone
That can bring my dreams once more


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The Air of Indifference

          The Air of Indifference


Tree limbs grasped hungrily at idle air
hawks, with weary wings, shared calms despair,
sailors, deafened, by the muted swell
motionless the listless sails froze in heated hell.

Kites, stricken victims of inertial rule
denied the need for string, or child-held spool
aspire to go nesting in the trees
dream of the distant joy of being free.

Soft turn of ocean breeze will fulfill hope,
sailors on the deck will seize the rope
as children would the string of lifting kite
and trees bend easily as hawks take flight.

Thus does spirits wind so gently raise
the voices of the silenced into praise.



7/3/2014



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This is David

From his mama's own mouth, this story came
Her travail to carry him, a long trail
Of tears, loneliness, suffering and shame
A hunger for which hope made no avail
And then the hemorrhaging, her vital blood
Like common mud, tearing his world apart
Your life and her life in that tragic flood
The sudden silence of his beating heart
Sirens, Hospital, still he died, once, twice
The doctors testified, for they helpless stood
Perplexed, frustrated with every device
God alone that day turned evil to good ...
Made his purpose seen in life's providence
Restored hope by frail wisp of evidence.
                          ii
A pimple of flesh, great folds of white sheet
The child like raisin in its crumpled spot
Seemed more alien than a baby sweet
With shriveled skin, and head a global pot
O the tense days, miserable and lone
The furtive prayers of a mother's heart
"As bad as can be, Lord, make him my own,"
The nervous scanning of the daily chart.
The little blimp became a form, a frame
A sense of gladness, a kindle of dream
A moon's memory that gave spring a name
A fresher hope from lost of true esteem.
She called him "David," went to work again
Lifting the load of pain, bearing the stain.
                         iii
And there in that dark environment he
Like stubborn cactus in dry sand made root
Sucking up the elements, the salt sea
And violence, the meaningless of truth
War and poverty needs no moral code
Survival survival was a luxury for him.
Harsh, and cruel is desire where abode
Drought an, d scarcity, their horizon dim.
We burn trees for coal, cannot make storm
Wealth provides small control, the poor has none
No shelter from life's threats nor men's harm
Nothing is secure, no, not with a gun.
But jackals make them, the frightened keep them
Like buzzards over our sweet Bethlehem.
                          iv
O David, you should have left that day. You
Should have held your rudder firm 'gainst that breeze
But too little strength was left in sinew,
To heavy the armor that bowed your knees
And deaf the heart that heard the voice before
And answered at eleven. Hope endures
Through even darken deserts, light has a door
To love no human sad ever ignores.
God saved your life twice on the day of birth
And did three more times when you turned your back
To sealed your purpose in your spell on earth.
From the brink of hell, God's love brings you back
To be his Paul, his missionary bright
His little tiger flaming through the night.
     

  


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December of that Year - Finale

Throughout the days that followed, panic and carnage spread
The TV stations did their best to calm this human dread
All the hovering ships returned to whence they came
But thousands still appear above, New York now not the same

Communication now wanes, no power or mobile phones
You get a sense of feeling of being in a world that feels alone
Continual drones hum whilst the yellowed skies remain
Our planet we know as it was, will never be the same

Then came the day of reckoning as we all looked to the sky
A shuttle from the biggest ship lowered in hover fly
Suddenly the screens returned as we heard the visitors speak
We are ancestors of the Mayans, we treat as they were wreaked

From our original pasts demise, to earth we gave so long
To be part of here now gone, from an earth you once belonged






http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-17.php




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Dreamer

Dreamer

ONE of my longings is that the stars above,
So bright and far they scarcely shine on love
Were not, out there, so distant from the moon
But trekked across the sky to love bestrewn.

I must not stay withdrawn but wish each day
Unto the darkness, stars would find their way
Onward through heavens submitting to the wind
And motions that one dreamer might pretend.

Never knowing that reality was lacked.
Nor that mere fantasy seems to be fact. 
No one can make these heartfelt visions clear.
Nor hope relieve the thoughts I still hold near.

Stars, bestow brightly your light to love anew.
Let us, sweetheart, together vows renew.


© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
    January 12, 2010

Inspired by  Poetrysoup member contest: A Romantic Longing !! 	
Sponsored by: Laura Mckenzie


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My love Proclaimed

She is near
Yet she is far
She is clear
Like a star
I shall be bold
My love for she
Will be told
It has to be
I will reach her someday
And my heart will sing
But that day is not today
So my love will cling
For as long as i've hope
My soul will not mope


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Oh Spring Day

I was wrong about spring, 
for all those months I painted the blame on winter’s dark face.  
Wave after wave of cold cloudy, darkening days,
saturated my damaged point of view.  By the way
I am sure I will die on a winter day, blaming the solstice, 
waiting for the capricious spring to finally arrive.

But my heart will be frozen, and perhaps not even alive.
God how I love the way you make the sun shine.

I was wrong about my fate,
I filled the frame in haste, too busy to wait.  I didn’t listen.
I ate my own eyes, and blamed the skies,
I chased the horizon and wrapped it in lies.  

Oh spring day, it is never too late,
to fill me with mercy and grace as I wait.


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Greater Art Thou!

"Poetry is a way of 
               taking life by the throat."
                   --Robert-Frost

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Heart broken torn apart like scrambl’d eggs;
As the weak link snapp’d momentum slow’d—stopp’d
Love wherest art thou? Torment’d now begs,
This cup of scourge, drink or not—spill’d—now mopp’d.

Et tu Brute? Whisper’d from Caesar’s lips;
Yet Romeo and Juliet once lov’d,
Like Macbeth’s witches brew—don’t drink nor sip:
Fate or faith shatter’d, vulture pick’d bones—cross’d.

Heart pleadeth upward—greater is thy love,
Open Heaven’s gate with thy purest light;
Hearest thou not the meek? Awaiting thy dove!
Remove these shadows of darkness and strife:

Greater art thou in Heaven than on Earth,
Creator of creation giveth now birth!

© Joseph, 9/4/08
© All Rights Reserved


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Honorable Mentioned Finalist Certificate
Poetry Soup International Poetry Contest
Jan 2009.
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Poetry Soup Weekly Featured Poem 
Sunday, May 24, 2009, to May 31, 2009
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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is 
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which 
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the 
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; 
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for 
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.

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Hello, January

Hello, January, what a zinger
of a storm you brought with you this year, Friend!
Why can’t you just let December linger?
You know I hate vacation time to end!

I know you think you’re such a special guy,
with people counting down the seconds till
you have arrived and shooting up the sky
with fireworks, but from there, it’s all downhill!!

All those people making resolutions!
You’ve wiped the slate? All things will be like new?
To me, it seems you offer mere illusions,
and yet I keep believing in you too!

I’m begging you, don’t let this year go wrong,
and please get ALL the months to play along!!


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Confirmation

The Sacrament of Confirmation

Confirmation perfects baptismal grace

The Sacrament gives the Holy Spirit to root us more deeply in divine filiation

Incorporate us more firmly to Fr. Christ

Strengthen our bond with the Church

Associate us more closely with her mission

Help us bear witness to Christian faith in words accompanied by deeds

Like Baptism imprints a spiritual mark or indeliable character of the Christian soul

For this reason one can receive this sacrament only once in one’s life

A candidate for Confirmation has attained the age of reason must profess faith

Be in the state of grace

Have the intention of receiving the Sacrament

Be prepared to assume the role of disciple

Witness to Fr. Christ, both within the Ecclesial bond

Annointing of the forehead of the baptized with sacred chrism


Written 09172012


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Dancing With the Rain

One day there came a shower of delight, which pitter-pattered on my window pane. With youth’s exuberance, my mind took flight. Outside I ran, embracing April’s rain. How sweet its scent! My soul was filled with mirth, for I was truly living in the “now.” Upon my lips, I tasted earth’s rebirth as spring’s refreshment fell upon my brow. I paused nearby my ornamental pear, inhaling deeply, hearing sky fall’s sound. The world was singing; fragrance filled the air. I then began to twirl and twirl around. Oh, how I wish to feel that way again - so young and hope-filled, dancing with the rain! Written 11/13/13 by Andrea Dietrich for nette onclaud's Fragrance of Rain Poetry Contest


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My Wish for You

My wish for you is that you write again
The pressures of the world to hush and live
Take time to see the joy that you have missed
And once more pleasure with your rhymes to give

My wish for you is that you look inside
To all those thoughts that beg to be expressed
I know that words cannot for long abide
inside your heart and not be soon confessed

My wish for you is that you find the time
to look around and capture beauty fair
with words embellish all that is sublime
and help to lessen all the woe and care

Come back to writing, this my wish for you
As New Year dawns, please make my wish come true

Eileen Manassian

Dedicated to someone who is no longer active here and is sorely missed by me.


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A SHAKESPEAREAN SONNET

The moon doth appear in that dark horizon
And glistens with a beam of drifting light.
Let thy passions stroll with the companion
Of forlorn hovering clouds in moonlit night.
O Nature, sing not thy lonesome songs again
For I doth find a friend in each of thy cells.
I rejoice in thy touch even in wrecked pain
And my life hath mend its stuttering wheels.
Dazed weariness once mocked my forlorn being
Ere it came unto thy shelter, Mother Nature!
Whilst my morale dips in bosom, come and sing
A song of Love that warmeth every creature.
Nature hath a bliss that drenches our dry mind,
Pouring tender showers amidst the roughest wind.


(This is the first time I have tried to write a Sonnet, so, please pardon my shortcomings)


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PRAYER

Why did You leave me here, all alone?
You left me for the unknown.
I pray to You, o God my King
I pray to You for a small thing.

You see my heart weeping in tears,
You see my pain and sorrow.
I pray to You o God my King 
I pray, for better tomorrow.

I look for You up in the sky, o God
try to find Your reflection.
I pray so hard from all my heart
asking, for Your affection.

I’m asking You for happines my Lord.
Oh please, please hear my prayer.
I’ll share my love with all the world
I promise, I will share.


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A New Day Comes

The sweetest ray of day creeps through the blind
to fill enduring dreams with hints of day
a tingle shimmers o'er my drowsy mind,
though in my cozy bed I long to stay.

The warble of the morning birds is faint
but calls me from the gentle realm of nod
wherein I dance with joy and no restraint
in fantasy until that quiet prod.

As dawn arrives to greet my sleepy eyes 
I wake with lingered visions of my love
and keep them close, so comfort never flies
like wind or winging of a mourning dove.

A new day comes with promise, hope and light
I'm ready to embrace it, love in sight.



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A SMILE OF TEARS

A SMILE OF TEARS
I wish I could catch a star 
was the voice I heard as I sat on the grass
I look through the meadow
	all I could see was her shadow
Walking up close 
her mouth ajar, I could see her white teeth
A gash on the left side of her face 
she touched, felt with a loud wail.
Her heart bitter
	I could see its emptiness
Sickly, she stole a glance at me
	like a dog peeping through a window
All tears, she shook bitterly 
	even though her eyes were hard as flint
Sitting next to her, like a couple on a date
	I hold her arm and lo! Soft was its feel.
Sullen, heartbroken, painfully
	she smiled at me sweetly
On the wet grass sitting  
together arm in arm we gaze into space
the air cool, calm
	even though it was covered in a haze
face clouded with tears, gay with life
	I could see smiles setting on her left cheek
Happily, I smile back knowing
	I had enkindled the hope she had lost in the murk.


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Behind These Stony Castle Walls

Intrepid knight, sweet gallant, hear my plea.
Behind these stony castle walls, confined, 
I wane. On reading this, please speed to me, 
else I shall be to hopelessness resigned!

I sadly saw you off to the Crusade.
Recall the pact we made. I gave my heart
to you! May God be with you. How I’ve prayed
when you return, we never more shall part.

With utter faith in you, I write this now.
My kin were killed. A cruel lord  took control.
He'd have me for his wife, but I'll not bow.
He has my land but can't possess my soul.

Please, trust my go-between as I trust you.
My love, let not our pact be proved untrue.


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Heart to Heart

Sing sadness now and again, but still sing
Kneel for forgiveness, yield weaknesses, kneel
Raise your head high for the banner you raise
In your heart keep me always, let me in

Made honor your sacrifice, courage made
Mined hope from ashes, life lessons you mined
Pain gained from your sorrows, gained strength from pain
Time lost before is never wasted time

Carry love, sing, a joyful tune carry 
Rejoice in my love, in all things rejoice
Lead your hymn solo, and me you will lead 
Praise many virtues, though tis love you praise

Love never leave you empty handed, love
Mine heart is golden, treasure always mine

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This is what is called a Shadow Sonnet, beginning and end of each line must be identical or 
a homophone. Harder than I expected.


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Still Standing

Where were you when my world fell apart?
The Sun darkened and the Moon just fled.
All had been done and all had been said.
And ripped to shreds was my beating heart.

Even the Seas began to part.
And the Mountain tops spread.
I lay there completely dead.
Even the Stars I could not chart.

If only you knew,
If only you were there,
If only you had a clue!
If only life had been fair!

I’d turn the clocks back,
Still standing dead in my track!


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RIBBON TIED

Mint was her first, a bow on a bonnet,
Lilac adorned her silk Christening gown,
Blue belted a costume, Queen Antoinette,
The velvet one in her journal was brown.

Seven purples she won for spelling bees,
Orange gave her dorm curtains a lift,
White clasped a bouquet sent by destiny,
Silver she fingered on wrapped, wedding gifts.

Yellow she added to an heirloom cradle,
Turquoise she tied around his teddy bear,
Black reserved a pew for her dad’s funeral...

Then chemo-red* saved a last strand of hair.

Ribbons she’s worn, as a girl then a wife,
The pink one she now wears celebrates life.



*Chemotherapy is often red-toned 

Dedicated to Evelina Sanchez, an angel I was fortunate enough to work with for two years. She retired and discovered she had breast cancer. She beat the beast that took her breast! We lost touch and I tried to find her, worrying that the monster had returned. Just ran into her last month (plans to get together!) She is now in her seventies and is as fit as a fiddle! Take that cancer!