Unanswered

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Unanswered

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Shrouded in lies and mystery
How did you and my mother meet?
What is my true family history?
Did you sweep her off her feet?

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Goodbye Dad

Of course you’re an artist. You come from a family of artists. I’m an artist, your grandmother was an artist, and so was your grandfather.” – My Father Anthony Joseph Pollizzio 9/3/1926- 9/18/2017 Dear Friends and Followers- I received a call this morning that my Dad passed away in his sleep at 9:35CST. I may be […]

Grandpa

Vaudeville theatre
All I have is a torn, grainy photograph of a man I hardly knew.
He was a contortionist in Vaudeville and the photo shows him folded in two like a piece of paper. Folks who knew him told me he could put his head between his legs and get his wallet out of his back pocket with his teeth. I never saw this myself, but that’s his legend.

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Common Life

Dawn in mountains

Common Life

-Linda Lee Lyberg

To love
This common life
Traditional routines
Joy in the simplest of pleasures
Watching the sun rise over the horizon
Walking the dog in the still dawn
Praying to God above
This is the path
To love.
Copyright©2017
Linda Lee Lyberg

Traditional

The Last Joke’s On Me

Chair on empty theatre stageI suppose even the most perfect of fathers have their faults. When I was a child, I couldn’t get enough of the TV show “Leave It To Beaver”. Not having a father, I hoped there were profound words of wisdom I could glean from Ward Cleaver. They were, in my young child’s eyes, the perfect family.

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