Archive for Sunday, December 4, 2005

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December 4, 2005


My Name is Rose

By Lee Carlson

I turn 95 next July.

Even so I've a lot

to be thankful for.

'Course it hurts when I crawl

out of bed -

hips, knees, feet

you name it.

Still my grip is strong . . .

I open jars for friends and

manipulate a needle,

for quilting of course.

My heart swells with gratitude.

Oh, by the way, thanks

for calling me Rose.

- Lee Carlson lives in Lawrence.


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