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A little bit about moi:
I am a mom, a nana, a sister, a woman, a friend, a human being…a youth counsellor, Family Life Educator.
I have been working in the helping profession for over 25 years and volunteered in various capacities from youths to seniors.
Tournesol is my nom de plume for haiku and other Japanese form poetry here at Tournesoldansunjardin https://cheryllynnroberts.wordpress.com I hope you enjoy reading through my daily waka.
I also have another blog "Stop the Stigma" where I may stand on my soapbox now and then and hope it will become a place to drop in and share or comment on issues important to you. In that vein this could be a great way to learn from each other.
http://stigmahursteveryone.wordpress.com
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‘grief deferred’ – very interesting line. you kept to the subject well, turning around the sadness. Almost a troika in that sense. Very fluent and nice flow
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I do enjoy troika writing too but I felt enough was said to imagine whatever anyone wants to read into this. Thank you for your kind words, Hamish always encouraging.
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Deferred mourning has meaning for me. Visited the grave of a cousin, a mother to 3 boys that had to be raised by grandparents and an undocumented father.
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Oh my! mom still has not been buried…waiting for my sister to decide a date so cousins from further away can come. But then she will be closer to me, I can even bus there:)
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My deepest sympathies Cheryl-Lynn. Sending you hugs my dear. 🙂
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Sweet Celestine, thank you!
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