We are only as sick as our secrets.
That’s the kicker found at the end of the 7-minute decoder ring for my latest tanka:
Strangers in the night Yet familiar like old friends Twas love at first sight Her passing awakened them Infinite eternal love
Thirty-six long stems For each too short span of years Roses evoke you Soft beautiful elegant Prick ye who thorns memory
“It’s still me. Nothing has changed. I am still the sister you love and that loves you. I am still the daughter dad loves and that loves him. I made many mistakes in life. I made many choices that I regret. I am learning all about that in Heaven. Please do not let my mistakes, or that I was too ashamed to tell you about them, eat you up inside.”