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A poem for my mother

Posted on May 7, 2016 by Callen Harty

I always bring my camera because I never know which visit will be my last. I greet you and casually mention I am your son, just so you know. Words tumble from your tongue trying to find a place to … Continue reading →

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Conversation

Posted on July 1, 2013 by Callen Harty

Yesterday my mother was both lucid and unintelligible, moving back and forth between a woman who seemed to perfectly understand the world around her and another person who looked around not even sure of where she was. She was older … Continue reading →

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On Mother’s Day

Posted on May 12, 2013 by Callen Harty

I wish I were a better son. I wish I had the courage to face my mother’s dwindling years without the fear of losing her. I wish I had the compassion to make her remaining years about her and not … Continue reading →

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