4. Margaret Wise Brown

In 1952, Goodnight Moon (1947) author Margaret Wise Brown was in France on a publicity tour when she developed appendicitis and was taken to the hospital for emergency surgery. To show the staff that she was feeling well after the operation, she kicked her leg in the air—a move that dislodged a blood clot in her leg. The clot made its way to her brain, killing the 42-year-old children’s author.

Fille Au Chapeau Rouge - HRASARKOS

Soul Mates

I could stand here and challenge fate
With no one else but you
Is it all worth the wait
Or will you just hurt me too

I’ve learned to stand behind
Everything you’ve said
Just when everyone said
I should listen to them instead

You have put me on a pedestal
I’ll always call you king
You tell me I’m your angel
Let me fix your broken wing

I need to be complete
I need to take my chance
If our souls are meant to meet
Lets give them the chance to dance

Danyon L. Youngs
2-11-02

Haniwa - Kiyoshi Saito

Always Gone

Chest enclosed
heart about to explode
please don't leave again
you've already left
I know it's not the way I think of it
but I can't help but think of it that way
I know you care about me
so why are you so far?

Why does my heart want you so
knowing you are too soon to leave
knowing I will be left with tears
and memories once lived now gone.
Through the darkness of it all
it was worth it
you are worth the pain of seeing you leave
because at least I got to see you

Why does my heart whisper
your name into the wind,
when all it does is travel the other way?
Why do you torture me so
with words of brilliance
only to be left behind
with the hands of time?

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My Own Broken Mirror

It’s my perfect distortion
My face mirrored, and split by emotion
Toyed with and tainted as I move
From one to another, I fit to the grooves

Of the loose ends of sharpness that gather to unite
To be perfectly fitted
And renewed to the mirrored spite
Unnoticeably broken
But brittle and rough
Stand from afar, and admire the muffs

Help with the pane
Move to uncertainty
Lure the cheery light
And cure my fearful fright.

It’s my perfect distortion
That I recognize so well
But help me see
What the others see but tell.
Are the pieces lost?
Slipped through the cracks?
Fallen through to the dangerous high acts?
I’ll never know of my pieces that are missing.
Mold the old to fit the space
Kiss the glass, even of bad taste

Forever, but never made
To be new
Just molded and distorted
To create a familiar you

Of mirrored light, broken,
But Forever Bright.
Please stay with the brittle pane
Until the sun goes down
And pain fades
And new lights of distorted beauty
Reign again

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