That's Not A Thing Any Of Us

...she Knew In Her Heart That Nature Has A Preference For A Particular Order: Parents Die, Then Children Die. But It Was A Harsh Design, Offering Little Relief From Pain, For Being In Accord With It Means That The Fortunate Find Themselves Orphaned.

[no] Matter What A Waste One Has Made Of One's Life, It Is Ever Possible To Find Some Path To Redemption, However Partial.

From My Childhood, I Remember A Tiny Old Woman Named Mary, Made Pale And Almost Translucent By Time. Mary's Childhood Memories Extended Back To The Confusing And Violent Finale Of The Civil War, And She Told Stories Of Brutal Murders In Those Days And Refused To Name Some Of The Killers, As If Dead Men Might Still Be Prosecuted In The Late 1950s.

It Is A Bad Idea To Live Too Long. Few Carry It Off Well.

A Lizard In The Spring - Hear His Darling Sing. A Bird With Wings To Fly - Go Back To His Darling Weep And Moan Till He Dies. A Mole In The Ground - Root A Mountain Down.