November 2022

The wind through the weeping willowsAs she shakes her spindle, she billows Like a dancing ballerina on her tiptoesFiltering here and there, on her feet flows We sit and...

Some days it seems to rain and rainMaking you feel confined and restrained I sit and wish for the rain to stopNot thinking about the flowers or crops When...

You could see the pain in dads eyesAs children, we asked him so many whys The answer to our questions askedHe answered through pain masked I did not realizeThe...

As young country girlsMy sisters and I would walk to theBridge by Shortenings small cabin Dick and David used it only duringDeer season They lived in another town for...

Be present and ClearHave trusted friends near Some days I’m lost and goneI pull up a happy memory song The days rolled by fastIt turned out they could not...

My sister was a musical little girlWhen she was small, she would Shimmy up next to daddy’s legWhile his fiddle sound filled our world Sister inherited daddy’s genesShe played...

When you miss laughing with your daughtersIt’s ok to Cry a river; it’s only puddles of water The Days are gone. You cannot reclaimLife moves on, bringing a harsher...

In farming and gardening, to hoe a row  is to turn a line of soil for planting seeds or bulbs—  A tough row to hoe describes an enormous, challenging...

It was puzzles or cardsPlaying Tag in the yard No devices that distractOur family was intact We had Carefree daysIt was our hillside way Playing until darkOur yard was...