The ticking of the clock
Or the heart
Signals the passing of time
Seconds turn to minutes turn to days
Each blending into the other
Year after year
Then the moment comes
When the ticking stops
Life shifts to death
An end or a new beginning?
A discovery we will all make in time
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I am a native Texan who has lived for the past 27 years in Los Angeles. I am a published author of both short memoir and fiction, a Pushcart nominee, a nationally award-winning writing coach, an editor, as well as a Licensed Professional Counselor in the state of Texas. In addition, I am the mother of three grown daughters of whom I am extremely proud, a grandmother of three darling children and the wife of a man I still love after 41 years.
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