For Gill
I wanted to be special.
Famous.
Extraordinary.
In that, might be I’ve failed.
But.
I am important.
A piece of the puzzle.
Essential.
If only because
things
would be somewhat other
sans moi.
An alteration
in the fabric of life
I am I am.
And there are those
who’d notice
me not-there.
The landlord,
whose bank account
would dip.
Hungry cats, hens, fish;
Facebook friends
feeling pangs.
My Kinder would
waver
in their steady course.
For every ant
builds up the hill; and even an ocean
is made up of drops.
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You are extraordinary Catherin just not many people know about it my friend
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Aw thank you, that’s sweet
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I think this speaks to a theme we all care about, there’s a universality to this feeling. And of course we all feel your absence. You make the world a more beautiful place.
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Thanks J…universality is good!
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