Life never mattered so muchUntil you take away the ability to touch The ease of movement your body makesNot the sting of pain that movement takes The sound of a voice, the syllables clearUnless you lack the power to hear The softness of shiny flowing hairPulled up with a ribbon to...
Life never mattered so much Life never matters so much Until you take away the ability to touch The ease of movement your body makes Not the sting of pain that movement takes The sound of a voice, the syllables clear Unless you lack the power to hear The softness of...
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 metYour power she sought, but did not get Little bird, you look...
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.
AN OLD MAILBOX I went back in time todayFar from city streets, I strayed To a place and time long agoWhere life held a soft sweet glow Burnishing on the countryside hillsLush green trees in wide fields After all these years a rusty old mailbox is still standingAn empty place in...
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...
