Friday, December 23, 2011


On the floor

      In the corner

          Sits a paper bag.

Cards, notes, bills, pamphlets.

One year and lots of hoops; cancer gone.

Now I sing and dance in the sunshine with my friends.


When a stranger reaches out in need I grasp their hand.

Because of

               A paper bag

        In the corner

On the floor.

by Nana

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