So Many Days

Sometimes I wonder where I went wrong So many days have gone and I’m still all alone. Sometimes the hours past and I wonder how am I to get along. So many days have gone and my heart doesn’t seem strong. Sometimes I wonder where…

He’s the Best

I needed someone to trust. And he was there. Whether I’m broken or bust, He gently pets my hair And though he might not always be right He always does what he can It’s always quite a sight. I believe he’s the sweetest man, That…

Putting mom by # 10

Putting mom by   Fresh ripe bossy Tomatoes boiled into Clear wide jars Without consent Waiting their destiny   Packing mom away Moving her into Clean narrow rooms Her things divided Beyond her touch   Sweet bumpy corn Shaved off the cob Pickled to last…

To My Big Sister

Remember the doll you made me, her tiny, bendable limbs, her auburn, embroidery-floss hair? And that marvelous cape? Remember the calligraphy you penned and framed to spur me on in my writing? Remember that first taste of shared freedom when I visited you at college,…

Your Unconditional Love

As a modern day version of the biblical Samaritan Woman (also known as the Woman at the Well in John 4) I survived child abuse and four broken marriages. At age 50 I met my FIFTH husband…who said he did not see me as a…

For Other People’s Flowers

For the flowers in the urban tree pits, for pictures of flowers on facebook, for flowers for sale and displayed in the city groceries. For remembrance of flowers in the front yard and in the back yard at our home and at my grandparent’s, for…

On Top

For those afraid of heights Don’t you know that you are never promoted to the bottom floor. Don’t you want more Breath in deep and jump with all of your might Don’t you know that you will never have more than the things for which…

The risks of appreciation

The risks of appreciation  more a list than a poem, but that’s okay. The people get so little praise unsolicited, Unexpected, appreciation and praise Atta girl and you did great That their first reaction is to bridle stiffen as though this might be some joke…

4pm

In silence held The gentle breath of dusk Quieting souls that Take care to gaze into the night. Day’s business drifts away Worries untethered by sweet cool air And soft lavender skies And deep breaths. This is the nourishment if the soul: To quiet oneself…