We Are Growing Older Without You.

The cover of My brilliant mother's book. 

It is a Chap Book of poems written in memory of her father. 

I drew the cover art for the book. 

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You told me, "Don't be a fool."

Then, always, called me Fool.

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MARCH

Though I look into the trees

and hear a birdsong

i heard as a girl, yesterday

will not return, even if i leave

the door open. At parting

we had so little about this world, 

so much about the next

left to say. The silence

of your face a full glass

poured back into the river.

-Laura Rogerson Moore