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I'm not so certain how to explain this

its the rose thrown in the wood box

a slap instead of a tender kiss

or perhaps the grizzly death of the grace filled

hare

at the jaws of the cunning fox

or it could be not missing 'The Great One'

now that he's been gone for more than two years

past

or perhaps the sweet Prince's departure from the

lost role in which he was to be lead in the cast

how they all go so very fast

so many flags have yet to be flown at half mast

days, nights, years, months, and people

there are so many examples but so few I can think

of on which to touch

like, why is it only now that I miss the original

voice of Kermit so fully much

why do we each not know what we have until its gone

or long since all used up

why can it not be love and understanding that flows

from each soul's cup

I know I will never love my mother more until the day

she is taken from me to reside with the angels of our

loving Lord

why then, can I not tell her this and of my fear

a luxury of which I can indeed for her at this moment

afford

if only the signs and answers were just a little more

clear............

( written Jan 19, 1993)