kathy koppang Poems

A year ends under a monstrous wave.
Eleven countries bury their dead, and
Cry for the hopelessness of what is.
Water recedes, spitting out what once was
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We are the sandwich generation
Taking the happy and the sad
Snap shots of moments we treasure
We tuck them neatly
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The picture of a three year old
Sat proudly in the hall.
A smile of pure innocence,
Her world was safe and small.
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This bird sings not for you or I

He sings of sunshine, open sky
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