Author: Simona A. Brinson
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Don’t Quit ~by Edgar A. Guest When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill, When the funds are low and the debts are highAnd you want to smile, but you have to sigh,When care is pressing you down a bit,Rest! if you must─but never quit. Life is queer,…
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The breaker blew sometime before dawn—a quiet failure, the house holding its breath. By morning the electrician arrived with a tool belt and calm hands. The breaker, it turned out, hadn’t really blown at all. It came back on the moment he flipped it—the same breaker I had flipped several times before finally calling him.…
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BECOMING BLUE No one remembers the moment it happened, only that the sea noticed first. The blue starfish had once been the color of sand, pale and unremarkable, shaped like something meant to blend in rather than be seen. It clung to rocks and let tides pass over it without complaint. It learned early that…
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“Should You Go First” offers a quiet glimpse into what authentic, enduring love looks like—love that does not cling, but steadies itself in the face of loss. Written by Albert Rowswell after the death of his wife, the poem is an act of devotion shaped by acceptance rather than fear. Its gentle sorrow is not…
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I stopped checking under the bed years ago. The room smelled of dust and warm cotton. The fan clicked once per rotation, a loose screw tapping time. I lay flat, hands on my chest, listening to my own breathing as if it belonged to someone else. You missed something today. The voice did not echo.…
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Every time I see a rainbow, I smile and recite this poem because it returns me to a moment when language first felt permanent—when words learned young took root and never quite left. If my memory serves me right, I memorized it in ninth-grade English, at an age when I didn’t yet understand everything it…
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PEACEFUL REVERIE In the tender light of morning, I find myself on the porch swing, gently swaying to the rhythm of a new day. The air is crisp, carrying the sweet scent of dew-kissed grass, mingling with the faint aroma of blooming flowers. As the first rays of sunlight pierce through the canopy of trees,…
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