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The End

By Mark Strand
Not every man knows what he shall sing at the end,
Watching the pier as the ship sails away, or what it will seem like
When he’s held by the sea’s roar, motionless, there at the end,
Or what he shall hope for once it is clear that he’ll never go back.
When the time has passed to prune the rose or caress the cat,
When the sunset torching the lawn and the full moon icing it down
No longer appear, not every man knows what he’ll discover instead.
When the weight of the past leans against nothing, and the sky
Is no more than remembered light, and the stories of cirrus
And cumulus come to a close, and all the birds are suspended in flight,
Not every man knows what is waiting for him, or what he shall sing
When the ship he is on slips into darkness, there at the end.

2017 for me was a year full of good memories
but just too many sad ones as well,
with the loss of my last two Grandparents – my Lola and Inang –
two strong women I can directly account for why I am the person I am today.

But life goes on, and with each sunrise, we strive to be better, smarter, healthier and most of all…happier.
So as we pull away from 2017, I sincerely wish you and yours a Happy New 2018.
– Christine

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The author christine

Co-Owner/Designer/Cultivator of MaryJane Clothing. 1970’s baby, Cali grown lady. Belle on the beach, bunny in the snow. Fast lane, fast cars. Been there, done that. Got the bounce to the ounce, spittin Strictly Business lyrics. I beez the sweetest of the cream, the brightest of the beam, the best in the West, hella irie love and stay blessed. So if you don’t you know!