As the stitches of life we sewCreate a pattern of rows strong Precise small patterns interwovenA careful hand reflects that they belong A picture starts to formthreads of colors begin to dance But feeble hands get slowThe quilt of life goes without a glance The colorful quilt has lain there for...

You are my sweet little birdFinally, you made your voice heard You came in with your songLooking for the right to wrong You were solid with your flockJust a few species left to unlock When the predator that you metsought your power but did not get Little bird, you look so...

You are my sweet little bird Finally, you made your voice heard You came in with your song Looking for the right to wrong You were solid with your flock Just a few species left to unlock When the predator that you met Your power she sought, but did not get...

My brother has a new book on Amazon. He is one of the fourteen children my poetry was inspired by. You will enjoy his story as well.

I feel anguish in my sightShould I stay or take flight The churning in my heartI don’t know where to start To the left, I can seeA little hope, can it be Have I made the right decisionMy brain sees only derision I don’t know what to doHow can I guide...

What put that smile on your face Something you see now or another time and place Put all negative words away Close your mouth to keep them at bay Your words and thoughts belong to you So, watch what you say and what you do Look hard to find something good...

Mollybeesmemories readers: I appreciate your interest and support in this blog site. I added a translator to include my distant readers.I write about things I remember from my childhood, mainly from the nineteen fifties and sixties. I also love nature and photograph a significant portion of my pictures. When I look...