I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
-- Maya Angelou
Sunday, May 16, 2010
...though everything I write is a poem to my mother. ~ Sharon Doubiago
It's the image of you that stays with me. You, at the table. A coffee cup ever present beside you. A cigarette smoldering, and your hands busy playing Solitaire Over and over and over again. Quiet, eyes downcast, concentrating. The shuffle shuffle shuffle slap of the cards the symphony of my childhood.