Please Stop!
looking
down
the tip of your nose
and loving
me
like toes!
Stop!
packaging
me
into secondary sandals
Stop !
fashioning me into someone
whose sole existence..
is to get
YOU
where YOU want to go
…because when you look
down
at
me
you may
miss…….
the fluttering of my wings
above you
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Published by Kae Bucher
Hi, my name is Kae Bucher. Thanks for stopping by.
I was born in the Florida Keys, but grew up in the Bay Area before migrating south for college. I completed my bachelor’s in English at Fresno Pacific University in California, where I minored in Christian ministry. I have also had the privilege of serving as a youth pastor.
In addition to teaching special needs students and raising four children, I also studied Special Education as a graduate student at FPU. I have now been writing for over twenty years.
Recently, I have written articles for iPatriot, and I am in the process of converting my front room into a greenhouse. I like storing humor and greenery, weeds and poetry, in mental tin cans. You will find my humanitarian dreams and political leanings organized accordingly.
Feel free to dig through my buckets…
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