My granddaughter knew it was my favorite, She was not supposed to touch my china cups. She loved it because of the gold around the edges — That little ring of light that caught her eye. It slipped, as precious things sometimes do, And broke into pieces on the floor. Tears came fast, because she…
Sailor Hats
On the dusty corner we played so free,My sisters, my brothers, and little me.Acorns with sailor hats, mama showed us how,Folded from newspapers she had thrown out. Little rocks and sticks for a garden small,Lines drawn in sand — our castle, our all.We laughed and were silly in warm afternoon light,Under the wide Oklahoma sky…
The Breeze of Life
When life becomes a gentle breeze,All people speak with quiet ease. No tension in our daily life,No bitter word, no ugly strife. The scent of good food fills the air,And children’s bowls are full to share. A paradise so wide and grand,Bestowed by God’s own merciful hand. We run free down the dusty roads,Where sheltering…
Grandad’s Botany Lesson
On this quiet rainy day, memories I thought I’d tucked away came back to life. A flash of red and gold, colors hurrying to unfold. “It’s Indian corn,” Grandad said, ears of yellow and red. I thought he was being funny. He smiled at me, sweet as honey. “How did you make it red? Why…
The Doldrums
The Doldrums
Find Your Beach
Don’t Stay and RustWhen you find your beach, Practice what you preach.Your beach holds your view, But never your shoes.Plant your feet in the sand, Look beyond where you stand.The ocean sedates, But time never waits.That comfortable spot Is what you sought.But if you stand still, You soon lose all will.Visit your beach if you…
Silver lining
Morning place
My Morning Place My morning place is where I wentI found another’s face had taken itA strange woman looked me in the eyesSomewhat familiar, perhaps a disguise I edged a little closer to get a better lookAs I got closer, the woman just shook I wondered why she had come on this daySo I asked…
My morning place
HTML My Morning Place My morning place is where I wentI found another’s face had taken itA strange woman looked me in the eyesSomewhat familiar, perhaps a disguise I edged a little closer to get a better lookAs I got closer, the woman just shook I wondered why she had come on this daySo I…
In the summer of 1964
Summer, 1964 Back in the summer of 1964,I turned ten. Playful days as a childwould not return again. That was the year I realizedI no longer looked through youthful eyes. The world around me forever changed,the girl, now ten, was rearranged. Satellites, Cuba, and The Beatles,words I now understood. I would have stayed ten forever,only…