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Oh no! What a sad story. What a sad, poignant poem. We are so affected by People’s reaction to our art. All through our lives to a certain extent. But as children, these moments hit so hard. Hugs, Cesca xx

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Dear Cesca,

Yes. My parents, although good people, neither saw nor were supporting of my creativity. I think that's why I didn't flower until my seventies, after both parents were gone. But now,

late-blooming flower

"you’re a late bloomer"

followed by a sigh

mom’s prognosis

in my early years

a storm of inspiration

in my downstream decades

did she see what is true,

or in saying, make it so?

like Mexican bush sage

hundreds of soft

purple fronds

with tiny white flowers

blossoming near winter

I, too, am a riot

of ingenuity and color

blooming late,

blooming long

with love,

Amrita

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What a beautiful poem! I’m a late bloomer too, or maybe a pizzicato bloomer! I have bloomed creatively and then slept for decades, only to bloom again with a sudden unexpected burst of poetry. I am releasing a poetry book in a few weeks . I am 63 🤗❤️ Hugs, Amrita! Keep on blooming. Cesca xx

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My first collection, strange grace—the ending season just came out, and my second, every riven thing, comes out in late May. I turn 80 this year. Apparently, can’t stop the blooming, now! Please announce when your collection comes out. (Since 70, I’ve also published a memoir and a three-novel trilogy)

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