Anyone that knows me knows I love a Willowlike no other tree, the Willow is the total show Whether In the summer breezeOr even a cold December freeze The willow tree displays the mostFor hummingbirds, it’s the kindest host When I was a young girl, I had no better guardThen hiding...
In her sister’s shadows was the place she would goShe was always fourth in line in the sisters’ row always got the hand-me-downs, never got the newwaiting patiently in line for her feet to growin worn-out shoes A tear-streaked photo always displayed on her facewaiting in the shadows to find her...
My mother always handledHer problems as they landed Folded hands in her lap with her apron tied aroundA crescendo of voices, still she never uttered a sound I would catch a glimpse of herdeep in thought While her children squabbled for theFavored spot A mother’s lap can only hold so muchFourteen...
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 stare for more momentsIn a trance from her dancing event The wind through the weeping willowsWatching it makes me so mellow It’s...
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 life’s anxieties seem like raindrops to youYou pray it stops to let the sunshine through The rain has a purpose with its...
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 pain in dads eyes It wasn’t from answering our questionsBut was from pain and congestion Our dad was never healthyAs a young...
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 someReason We used to love to hang out at thebridge nearbyWe talked about boys andwondered why They always acted rather silly around...
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 last Our running steps now slowIt’s how the aging process goes My face is now present and clearI’m trying to look past...
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 guitar the bestYou ever seen Sister couldn’t read a noteShe played music by ear, TheLyrics she sat and wrote Sister Star started...
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 game The only comfort is in knowingDaughter’s lives are in front now, growing Most days, you fill with little distractionsTo stop your...
