Morning shivers breaking dawn. A sliver of sunlight slips through the open window. The first sparrow’s chirrup, ‘Wake up, Wake up. Wake up.’ From somewhere down the street, a child’s laughter scatters like jacks tossed upon cement. A siren screams in the distance. The flowers are silent.
Heaven is on earth.
~ Annie
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She Paints
~ Magdalene my beautiful mother
My mother paints. “The Beach”
my mother paints
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Yes, it is on Earth.