My little brother, the saint, is doing the same near you on the Cape right now.

My mother was buried eleven years
ago, 1,200 hundred miles from where
I live. My little brother, the saint, who
took care of her daily the last five years
of her life, stopped by the cemetery
every few months to sweep the stone, cut
the weeds, say hello. I flew back …
Forgetting the Never Can Be Forgotten
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Jenine Bsharah Baines
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My little brother, the saint, is doing the same near you on the Cape right now.
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Written by Jenine Bsharah Baines3K Followers
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J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself
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