the first thing I see
as she enters the room.
She exudes a cosy kindness that belies
the cool, precise, administrative intellect.
Now she is all about family.
When she can't come, it's because
she is baby-sitting grandchildren
(not the only one to do that, but
the one who does it most often).
And she writes about family,
exploring generations past
whose lives enthral like an epic novel.
[Poem #100]
[Poem #100]
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