Author: Marysusan Williams-Mignaeault
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Three Poems
A Good Man quietly inside of me remembering — always remembering the capon my mother cooked to please the man she loved, a man that came home every night put on his slippers and smoked his pipe they’d sit and chat and watch TV Gunsmoke, Ed Sullivan, Lawrence Welk and always Dad’s favorite – Edith…
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MarySusan Williams-Migneault (c) September 2011
On the edge of a dream… I’m not sure when the lines faded between then and now but there you were as real as flesh Jedi mind tricks no doubt I felt your lips like cushions of air push your breath into mine your hand circling my back your strength pulled me close intensity pressed…