Operation 303: Freedom Awaits
for all the earth mother’s children
we treasure ups.
we weather downs.
we cry like babies.
we act like clowns.
sometimes we despair,
other times with hope
we dance.
every day we are alive,
we wake up to a brand
new chance.happy, humane new year:)
Karen Lyons Kalmenson
It has been seven days since I took a leap of faith and found myself, just a simple pig from New Jersey, the center of international attention.
People keep asking me what my name is, which is funny because in my old life no one but my mother ever showed interest in calling me by name. They tell me that the tag in my ear says 303, but I know that is not who I am.
The people here are calling me Porky, and I know from the way that they say it that they mean it affectionately, but that is not my name, either. My mother had a wonderful name for me, but it has been so long since I have seen her that I can’t quite remember it. It slides onto the tip of my tongue every once in a while, but before I can get it out…
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Thanks for sharing this!
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To you, too! 🙂
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for all the earth mother’s children
we treasure ups.
we weather downs.
we cry like babies.
we act like clowns.
sometimes we despair,
other times with hope
we dance.
every day we are alive,
we wake up to a brand
new chance.
happy, humane new year:)
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Oh, this is so wonderful, thank you so much, beautiful poet.
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you are so welcome, sweet soul and thank you 🙂
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