Mostly Okay

Except for when I'm not.  The day to day continues and then, a moment.

When the sharp edges of imagination, I was not there, break in.

Then a toddler giggles, friends laugh and glasses are raised.

I forget, then remember, then forget again.

Then wish I could forget.  But, then remember.

Grace and other good things.


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