My poem “My Mother’s Ghost Sits Next to Me at the Hotel Bar” has been published in December’s issue of The Lake. Thank you, John Murphy, for taking this poem!
O at the Edges
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O at the Edges 
So wonderful, rich and touching. I didn’t want it to end!
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Thank you, Robert!
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A beauty, Bob. I felt as if I was sitting there in the bar with you … and her.
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Thanks, Cate. I’ve written several “Mother’s Ghost” poems, but this is the first to be published. Life, like death, is complicated!
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Oh–I was wondering, it seemed a bit familiar.
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I think the tone is similar to that of some others.
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Oh a toast to your “Mother’s Ghost”, for inspiring such a sparkling piece, and yes I think I’m nearly well enough to clink our glasses Robert, I’ve a St Anne’s Rebellion Port, from Moama, up on the Murray River, a wonderful drink, as describe by the label, “Aged in rum barrels this port is rich smooth and superbly rummy”, and a flavoursome 18% Alc…. Heres cheers my friend….
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Good to hear, Ivor. I’ve not been imbibing lately, so that port will go straight to my head, even virtually! Cheers!
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Congratulations, Robert. Such a touching, elegant poem. I also felt like I was there with you.
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Thank you, Merril. Perhaps we’ll sit at the same bar that day, will all of our ghosts.
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Congratulations!
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Thank you, Sandra. Much appreciated.
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Loved this poem, Robert, it’s humorous and very touching at the same time..JIM
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Thanks, Jim. Relationships with our ghosts are a bit of both, I think.
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