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06 Wednesday Apr 2022
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17 Sunday Jan 2021
Posted My Thoughts
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Since I’ve been here….
Good morning, friends. I just wanted to stop in and say hello and tell you how much I miss all of you and your wonderful posts. I was hoping to be back full time at the start of 2021 but once again, life got in the way.
I am in the process of selling my mom’s home, the very home I grew up in, and am having a most difficult time with all of it. Because of this, and my mom’s passing last June, I haven’t had the desire to sit down and write. I’ve put out a few poems, here and there, but nothing is striking a cord with me right now. I’m sure, eventually, I will find my way back.
As some of you might know, I am also an Independent LuLaRoe Retailer and that also, has me crazy busy. A little personal plug here – We are currently holding a Fundraiser for Sjogren’s Syndrome until January 24th. It’s an autoimmune disease my daughter was diagnosed with in 2012. We are trying to raise awareness about this horrid condition. A portion of every sale goes to the organization and LuLaRoe matches that amount. So, if you desire a new shirt, sweater, jacket, etc, even the men, please do consider shopping online with us. (USA Only). The website is shop.lularoebless.com/dorindaduclos
Have a blessed and peaceful Sunday. I hope all is well in your neck of the woods, or over the pond.
Dorinda
17 Thursday Dec 2020
Posted Poetry
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Once bright, turns to gray
Sun diminishes, fades away
Although I beg, it doesn’t stay
No desire, to keep me warm
Clouds scurry, across the sky
I watch them, as they race by
Darkness falls, tis then I cry
While shadows take their form
Hidden deep, but I can see
The anguish pent, inside of me
I let go, release, alas, misery
Knows nothing of the norm
Though try I might, I find no hope
Why is it that I cannot cope?
I’m holding on, yet, lose my rope
There is no calm before my storm
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09 Friday Oct 2020
Posted My Thoughts, Poetry
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For Mom, my guardian angel…
Subtle little clues
You like to leave behind
To let me know you’re with me
Making it easier to find
Boxes filled with memories
Clothes, once hung upon the door
Are now laying in the hallway
Where you’ve put them, on the floor
You really needn’t show me
I can feel your presence near
Reminding me to be careful
Of the many treasures here
I’ve wrapped them up in paper
Placed them gently, as not to break
Packed up everything I could
Oh, how my heart does ache
Yet, in very quiet moments,
When I am in your home,
I can hear you whisper
“You’ll never be alone”
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30 Sunday Aug 2020
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S adistic, toying with emotions
A nger settles in, for the night
D isbelief is not far behind
N eedless, self-deprecation in sight
E asing its way, borne of the dark
S unset, selfishly, brings about tears, I am
S ecretly drowning, in my own plight
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