Jeanette's words echo
love
loss
love
loss
cruel yardstick
yet here it is
my entire being
reaching for you
you
who sees my ugly
and thanks me for
sharing
you
who sits
quietly
as i write and write
you
who touches my
soul
in the night
whose quiet breath marks time
who is calm and kind
who gives me
hope
that the measure of love
doesn't have to be
loss
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*with reference to Jeanette Winterson
Of maidens, mothers, and crones; a life in poetry, unfinished 
“…hope/ that the measure of love/ doesn’t have to be/ loss” – wow, that is… such a fine ending, fine writing, so true and powerful.
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Thank you poperi. It’s really nice to have such positive feedback. Writing is such a solitary passion! 😄
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