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I think of you more than anyone can  know
During quiet gray mornings when all is calm
And the television news is blessedly off
I hear the swish of the light wind whispering
And hear the house's breath

The cancer has damaged my brain and 
I am not as sharp as I once was, once a
manager, an investigator, and kindly boss
A dependable wife, its gone but I try
to compensate and try to focus as I can
  
Trying to be strong and useful and frustrated
as we all can be.  Today after I have rested 
I must bring up the donations, name them 
show best i can hoping that will help the money lenders
The tax sorters and distributing for the poor,
the soldiers, the streets, the trees the farmers and oh
Infinity and so much to the rich and the lying liars

I draw for your quiet sometimes the music you have
given us and its makers even if they are pulled
into drugs and drinks I thank you for the release of
what is in their hurts shared by us as is the sound of rain
whispers of crickets and the songs of birds.  Such beauty
such sorrow. Move own to the gentle whispering light
Move on to the intense noise of war and pain, move on
to the oh so quiet of the breath a last gift to the earth
For we know not where our energy will find its dwelling
Pray that will be gentle and giving and brings life with it
and loving energy even if it is the thundering storm 
that drenches the needy dry grounds. I do love you.

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