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These Stunted Jersey Pines
These Stunted Jersey Pines
These Stunted Jersey Pines
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Poetry encompassing family, neighbors and neighborhood areas, seasons of the year and seasons of the heart. Feelings about life, the world around us, and our reactions to them are explored

LanguageEnglish
Release dateApr 28, 2020
ISBN9781952617362
These Stunted Jersey Pines
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Norma Paul

The author has experienced all realms of love, and can share those memories and events with her audience.

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    These Stunted Jersey Pines - Norma Paul

    Acknowledgment

    For Dick, my one true love, who supported my many at- tempts at becoming a woman, who made me strong, who made me laugh, who taught me how to open myself to sensuality and joy.

    For Karen, Gus, Valerie, Laurie, Jo-Eva, Joyce, Brett who have taught me how to be a mother through all its wins and losses.

    For Ronnie, Susan, Tom, Ray, Barry, Bob for giving your love to my loves.

    For Anada, Jennifer, Stefanie, Catherine, Leandra, Meredie, Erika, Brian, Richard, Harry, Kia, Jil, Emma, Joel, Ethan for all your giving ways.

    A Cold Morning

    for September

    The day began before the sky paled-a

    cold morning for September.

    Stars stood waiting for light to

    obliterate their presence.

    Distant planes droned among them

    a reminder that life sings

    above these stunted Jersey pines.

    The quiet morning held

    comforting moments of

    close-quartered rhythm

    established eons ago

    during intermission.

    Dancing together was never as

    free-flowing, as breath-taking

    as those early tentative steps

    around our buzz of conversation.

    This morning––each morning-began

    again with that astonishing recognition.

    Daily Paper

    We always had the local newspaper

    in our house when

    I was a kid.

    I’d be sent to the comer to pick up

    the Buffalo Evening News-Blue Star

    edition-three cents.

    I’d read the headlines

    walking back. I felt

    a child of privilege in spite of

    cardboard insoles

    my father had shaped into

    my year-old black oxfords

    while he was home in between

    his ship’s drydock and the next call

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