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Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home


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Little Soul
our Boy
turn around.

Let your eyes look up
straight into the mirror of heaven.

Know it will be alright.

Do not tremble.
Be steady.
But do not hold onto the ground.

Know, I am here with you still.
Be comforted, do not fear for your future.

All cats have nine lives, yet,
I believe you will have
a million.

And I hope to see you
in them all.

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Copyright6:20am PST August 9 2016
LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS WORK, FOR THIS SITE TITLE
BY THIS AUTHOR/WRITER
MELOO/MELISSA A HOWELLS
STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD
LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR TILT-A-WORLD

....."Wherever you go I'll be with you"

time is supposedly a Human construct.
It cause much grieving when we feel the loss of it
or more specifically the loss of time with some one
we hold dear. I read something recently which gave me
peace. In Lakota language there are no words for
saying good-bye to the dead. There is only good-bye
until we meet again, later...perhaps, meaning
in another life. That is what I was trying to say
in this poem. I hope, I like the wise Lakota, have
succeeded in conveying this message.





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