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Collecting Garbage with my Dad

While driving back from my second trip to the landfill today, I began thinking about how proud my dad would have been of his granddaughter and her ecological activities. Her choice to help clean up a messy environment would have been the same…
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A Father and The Earthly Journey is Complete

The first poem I wrote two years into my father's dementia and the second was written later that same year after he passed away. A Father By Susan Grace Wisniewski January 2003 A father lost, can not be found his essence is…