My best use is to appreciate one or two people well, and when she died this spring of cancer, I became unemployed.
"What does home mean to me?" a friend asked.
When Helen stirs awake and turns towards me, she tucks her head under my chin, casts a leg over and drift back to sleep in my arms. That's home and since she gave up the ghost, I've been homeless too"
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