Dear Dawn, Look at yourself now. You used to be so shy, and I suppose you still may be but you’ve taken the time to grow. You aren’t the same Dawn, you aren’t the awkward little teen I used to know. You used to pick…

Dear Mom, You would have liked to know that your old home has an activist living in it, shown by a sign promoting change that you helped start but did not have the time to finish. More than 20 years have passed now, and the…

These are the black shells that washed up from the ocean as you were leaving. See? I have them here on this little shelf turned altar. Here is your photo with Becky and the dogs. Here is the angel you drew when you learned of…

My dear younger self, This is your future – no, Don’t walk off, there’s things I want you to know. I remember you well, So new to the abyss We’ll return there, but You can get through this Happiness is not Confined to the past…

poem 11 Dear little girl in a broken world that is fighting to dim your starlight, don’t let them hurt you or steal your joy just love them and show them what Christ’s like. -h.e.m.

Dear Grandchildren: There is irony in that the last thing  you will ever forget will be one of your firsts crush love kiss sex broken heart first to never be forgotten first to stick with you first to make you feel like that first to…

Dear Corporation, The rains have outperformed themselves this year. They showered their blessings on us and the roads with their torrential downpour and incessant affection. As a consequence, they washed away the fragile tar on the roads, that you had carefully prepared just for this…