Living half a century Allows me to glimpse The beauty of my life The test of growing up The relief to obtain a degree The pleasure to travel the world The excitement of getting married The miracle of being a happy mother The delight…

Idolatry which tempts my every turn What is the cure? What standard can I raise? There is no hope for me if I can’t learn To place in thee my hope and all my praise Tis ye, who formed the world and made our home…

Chapter 9: Escape     We leap and hit the water Running. Fleeing.   Lost Sister, gone. Left behind. Grasp slips in cold water Plunge deeper, scramble up. Current steals us downstream.   Catch a fallen tree. Grip the necklace like a rose And scream….

To Books   They’re home to me, books, my history, my medicine, my love They’re the ship, the map, the X and the trove   Friend, foe Wound, woe Bound, free Ink on pulpy tree              

Child of the city so I thought I knew my streets: where to get bread, where to choose sweets and where to find soup. Yet here I am in what I thought was My city with unknown signs, never tasted foods, untraveled parks. Its one…

He had dark, rich skin And hands with long fingers His lips formed a perfect bow And his hair was black as midnight So sweet So innocent A man who had waited For someone like me I was his first kiss, as he pulled me…

MISSING YOU… I had no idea that your death would mean the death of me. Well a part of me. The part that loved you, more than I knew. You among many, always stood out. Your laughter and kindness never diminished, no matter what.  …

What’s wrong with humankind? For each other we don’t seem to care. Compassion we must quickly find because apathy is hard to bear. We walk around the world without souls, and tolerance is wearing thin. We live in rabbit holes but need to test reality…

Crackling above Shadowy tracks on the street Street songs chime each stop

Books! Oh the wonderful companion for all ages! They can be your guide… A friend indeed Or even a holder of your secrets…. You cry with them You laugh with them And sometimes get lost in wonder of life…thinking…holding them…staring right ahead…into fascinating nothingness! Books!…