Wednesday, September 22, 2010

I found some stuff I wrote LONG before I had cancer.
I wrote this one soon after Sept 11th 2001.


In moments of crisis,
we don’t call up
our nice furniture
to make sure it's OK

Or rush to hug our cars
a little tighter,

Or wish to spend
just one more
last
precious moment
with our pretty clothes.

May history remember me
not by the clothes I wore
the houses I lived in
or the money I had

but by
the hugs I gave,
the hurts I mended
and the kites I flew.
By Stacey Clark 


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