Author
On reading books 2 & 3
of the Buck’s County Series
by
Meg Sorick
She created a family,
boys and girls, siblings,
people I could see and touch,
a family to which I could belong.
She made me recall, years ago,
standing in the snow,
looking through a window,
seeing a friend’s family
gathered inside by the fire.
Shadows danced as the family
decorated their Christmas tree:
laughter and warmth and joy,
and me outside in the snowy street,
walking past, on my way home,
an only child destined
to be alone in my lonely room.
I also recall empty rooms,
cold corridors, stark loss,
and the sorrow of surviving
on my own.
rogermoorepoet 
This totally speaks to me. As an ‘only’ as well, looking in the windows at other people’s lives, imagining how things might be.
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I should hope it does speak to you, Meg. You ARE the author. The novels are 2 & 3 in the Bucks County series.
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Roger, you’re making me cry! xo
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Time to open my 4:30 pm pre-cooking beer. You’d better check the poem again. I’ll e-mail you a tissue.
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Now I’m REALLY going to cry! Roger, you are awesome!
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This is sad Roger… but there is strength in the struggle
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Sunt rerum lacrimae: tears are in all things. We get through the worst of it … sometimes … but it leaves us with scars.
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Yet in a certain light scars add character
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Rites of Passage, in some cultures. Ours are interior scars, though. Harder to see.
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Indeed
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So sad at the end, Roger…
The heart never really forgets, does it?
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It’s amazing how childhood scenes return either in dreams or metaphors. As you say, Tanya: the heart never forgets. And it rarely heals. We learn to live with these moments, but we never forget them and we never fully recover from them.
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I agree, Roger. We somehow find a balance with the good that we are given, but we don’t forget.
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Balance is so important: but so difficult sometimes to maintain, especially when life throws us a tightrope to walk and forgets the umbrella.
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We can all get lost in a moment, too. Good to have someone like Clare, as rare as those people are, to help with the umbrella.
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I often think she IS the umbrella. I can’t imagine life without her. I don’t even want to think about it.
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True love always stays with you…even into the starry night. I believe that with all my heart.
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