Welcome to Four Lines! I have a goal I would like to write at least four lines of poetry or a haiku every day for the rest of my life. I'm excited about this challenge! Also, along with my daily poem, I will be reading at least four lines of another author's poetry. I'll try to include that here also. So I'm thinking - how difficult can it be to read and then write one poem a day? We will see! - Claudia

All poems on this blog, unless noted, are written by Claudia Callaghan.
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Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Omi died, 
refusing food from a tube,
resolved, dissolving, dignified, into bone. 
In her sentient stories, glorious and tragic, 
tears never fell or laughter sounded
from her European mouth that never spoke of war.
I cry for her and laugh (she thought)
unladylike.
I hate and honor her decision,
not to live.

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