No more foundlings in the foundling wheel, no more ancestry for anyone to steal. A revolving crib set in a convent wall, drop an abandoned baby, hoping they don’t fall. Anonymously and safely, it was her only prayer, hoping that behind the walls someone kind would care. A child’s life dictated by a mother’s hand,…
locked
She couldn’t get out the door, It had never locked her in before. Now it just wouldn’t open. She tried and tried, but finally stopped hoping. If she gives up and quits, Depression prevails over wit. Your attitude unlocks the door, Get up and pull some more. That door will unlock for you, So open…
The face in the mirror
The Face in the Mirror My morning place is where I went, Another face had taken it. A strange woman looked me in the eyes, Familiar, yet in soft disguise. I edged in closer for a better view, As I drew near, she only trembled too. I wondered why she’d come this day, I asked…
Season to Season
The man puts his hand to the plough, He’ll make a living somehow. His family depends on him, Every season to season. The man puts his hand to the plough, His shoulders hung low now. Somehow he’ll find the strength To go the extra length. The season came on quick, It takes determination to stick,…
What is a Cowboy
The Bridge by the Ridge
If you are looking for me today,follow our path. You know the way past the grapevines sitting by the ridgeyou’ll find me atop the old girded bridge I’ll be staring at the tadpoles swimming just beneathin the clear glassy water running through the creek I go there sometimes when I’m feeling a little blueIt brightens…
My Bridge by the Ridge Down a dusty road,Where memories still bloom,Stands my bridge by the ridge,In the soft light of afternoon.
Mother mended us
We never knew our clothes weren’t new,we thought we were the privileged few. How could we know we didn’t belongin your world? We thought nothing was wrong. We felt so lucky, fortunate ones,while Mom kept mending, never done. She gave us all we truly needed,not wants that other hearts have feeded. She knew that we…
The shores of Bull Shoals
Bull Shoals Bull Shoals,On the shoreline of Bull Shoals,Raised the bodies of three small souls.In silence, they’ve rested there,Not to have seen worldly caresThere could have been.Now losses, not wins.Sweet innocent girls,Such lives are not unfurledIn a cemetery washed white,On a dusty road out of sight.We remember them still,Oh, lives that were never filled,Just a…
All for that Purple Popsicle
It happened in the Burgess General Store, About five minutes after we walked in the door. It was a scorcher outside, not much cooler in, When Robin saw the popsicles through the icebox tin. She couldn’t resist — she snuck one out fast, Tucked it in her waistband, but it didn’t last. It slipped down…