Notes Sublime

Lilies of the field
Forgot how to worry
A long time age
Moment on moment
They forgot
There they are, merely
Growing on
Happy hours take over.
Why?
No one knows
But as they spread their index
In a library of love
The secret songs
Echo anew.

Charlene James-Duguid
Amissville, Virginia
June 4, 2022

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The Perfect Christmas

‘’The”
And not
“A”
Means something quite different.”
Thought Miles, kicking around in his onesies.
Auntie Jackie thrilled at the progress
He was making toward athletic prowess
Awing, giggling, at their little guy.

Uncle Timmy looked on with that ever-presence
Of the Chief’s inimitable grin.

As if life began anew with
Miles Logan,
Their own Super Hero.

One little smile.
One little person.
One little difference.
One little word.

And all is right with the universe
All is right with their world.

Charlene James-Duguid
December 15, 2021