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December 22, 2002

Although she's been dead for three years,
today is still my mother's birthday. I miss her.
Still, being there when she passed was an experience
I feel lucky to have had. I've been in the room with Death.

Today, I sat at my sister's kitchen table for hours (days?)
and lifted bits of ink from yesterday's New York Times
with little strips of transparent tape and transferred them
to the recycled album cover notebook Sarah gave me.

Snow falls, Emma and Jim go to the mall, Margaret is out,
L'il Sarah and David are at the last of their ski lessons.
The news seems optimistic--Lott steps down, SUVs get
columns and columns of bad press, and I see "peace"

repeated on page after page. I guess we'll see...