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Sometimes the sadness of sister comes through the I AM space between my eyes She was such a soft soul part of me myself and I of her I remember her newborn daughter’s head as it crowned I still see her embracing my children enfolding them in her loving arms Now our village is populated by pestilence A recurring viral dis—ease that keeps her from me and her from the world of her own beautiful gifts About Anne Sorbie
Anne Sorbie is a Scottish Canadian writer. She has published four books; the most recent is, (M)othering, an anthology she co-edited with Heidi Grogan. Her work has appeared online at CBC Books, and in Canadian magazines and journals.
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Shannon
23/4/2026 03:14:14 pm
This resonated with me- I love it.
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