When Mom died And those who loved her Went back to their everydays When the dishes were washed And put away in the same... Read More
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… on grief, the invitation
I opened the front door slowly After knockings barely heard No one stood there on the porch No one said a word My gaze... Read More
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… on being in it together
The greys, the blacks, the blues, the reds They land amongst my flower beds All covered now, with mounds of white A singing songing... Read More
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… on dream days (introvert-style)
Blow me a bubble one without trouble Or people, or small talk noise free To float in, to ponder and let my mind wander... Read More
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… on a late poppy
The fairies came by ones and twos Some with colors, reds and blues Others with the Ladder Crews (Each with Ladder Crew tattoos) See,... Read More
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… on appreciation
Appreciate Out loud Fearlessly Those who have been there Have done for you Checked on you Supported you Called you a brat when you... Read More
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on the memory seeds
Grief I’ll trust the softly petaled path Toward the Memory Seeds There I’ll nestle Dip a toe Run my fingers Through the cool, dark... Read More
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… on seagull jealousy
I woke up to a seagull screech That turned into a fight I guessed it was a morning tiff Continued from last night.... Read More
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… on this happening
Was it really two weeks ago… That I was fluffing your dress, my beautiful daughter Daddy’s little girl. Did it all really happen… Realizing... Read More
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… on a word to defenders
Do not defend me in anger, or hate Dehumanize, dismiss, or crudely berate Kindle my views for your personal fire Include me by force in... Read More
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… on shades of blue
The light streams in The world anew In dawning, dulcet Shades of blue. The snowflakes fly As snowflakes do In Maine, if not In... Read More
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… on the mess
Last weekend we had Dingle Family Christmas. Sure, it’s a little misleading in that not everyone who comes to Dingle Family Christmas is toting... Read More