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Mending

Mending by Michael R. Burch for the survivors of 9-11 I am besieged with kindnesses; sometimes I laugh, delighted for a moment, then resume the more seemly occupation of my craft. I do not taste the candies... The perfume of roses is uplifted in a draft that vanishes into the ceiling’s fans which spin like old propellers till the room is full of ghostly bits of yarn... My task is not to knit, but not to end too soon. This poem is dedicated to the victims of 9-11 and their families and friends. Published by Poetry Super Highway and Poetry Life & Times Keywords/Tags: 9-11, victims, survivors, sympathy, surreal, terrorism, war, violence, stress, twin towers, knit, craft, candy, candies, sweet, sweets, tribute

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Date: 11/24/2019 12:23:00 AM
Hi Michael well penned my friend. Thanks for sharing this. Happy Thanksgiving
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Michael Burch
Date: 11/24/2019 2:15:00 AM
Thanks Gregory and Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.

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