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Anne
Whitehouse
Sometimes
in
the early mornings,
as
she lies in bed
thoughts
will visit her,
and
she feels almost normal.
When
she rises, the gaps appear.
“When
I turned eighty, I was elated.
Now
it’s all so altered—
not
better or worse, but different—
I
couldn’t have imagined it.”
With
less, she takes less for granted,
her
once prickly self-absorption
smoothed
to tempered gratitude.
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| Anne Whitehouse is
the author of a
collection of poems, The Surveyor's
Hand, and a novel, Fall Love,
as well as numerous stories published in magazines and journals. Her
book reviews and feature articles have appeared in major newspapers
throughout the U.S. Born in Birmingham, Alabama, and educated at
Harvard College and Columbia University, she lives in New York City.
for more work and information see: pshares.org
and xlibris.com.
email: A.Whitehouse
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