Month: January 2022

Birthday Hot Chocolate

It is never easy but it is always worth the run.

Grandma’s Promise

Growing up at Grandmas. 

Simple, hardwood floors, 

large dining tables and 

Re-covered chairs in the living room,

Ornate gifts from Grandaddy 

displayed on the mantle of the fireplace. 

Large front porch where games were played. 

Games played by my cousins and siblings 

long into the summer night as 

fireflies lit the sky and loud bull frogs croaking.

It was a symphony of noises, 

a crescendo of children’s laughter. 

The smells of Grandma’s kitchen 

filtered to the front porch into our 

senses that felt like hugs as we played. 

Barefoot and past-down dresses hung lose.

My board straight hair tinted with red was

always contrasted by my sisters’ curls. 

When we were small all things seemed simple.

Birthdays were many with 4 grandchildren 

living under their roof, we consumed their love.

Love they gave with time and toil. 

But, one thing we look forward to 

on our birthday was ‘the promise.’ 

The promise of a birthday cake, honoring 

you and your special day. 

The day you could wake knowing 

the smell in the kitchen was all yours.

It was the scratch cake grandma would make .

Singing all the while she worked, 

“Happy Birthday” to you …

Wolf Moon

The morning Wolf Moon

The Celtics cry aloud

It is the January Moon

Among the whisky cloud

The lore of the sound

In distant lone howl

The packs of wolves

Cry out a ral

They bark and whine

And whimper

As the moon rises

They start to skim-per.

All will listen to ancient sounds

Heart beat with nature,

Wolves are around .

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Winter Storm

A winter storm

Blankets the world

In silent white

Brings the ice cream

Covering in the night

Wake with Angel dust

Frozen to the ground

I venture out to run

And no one to be found.

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School Days

The world is suffering

Covid has taken a toll

However do not tell

Our lil scholar

Trying to get on the honor roll.

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Kitchen is for Dancing

We were young

Music was in our feet.

My older sister and I

left with the chores

of the evening after dinner

to clean the kitchen.

We would wash the dishes

And as we did, we danced.

Rock and roll

And beach music,

the shag was the rage,

linoleum floor.

Our grandparent’s home

and white wash cupboards.

a small kitchen table

With a swinging door to the dining room.

A door we kept closed

So we could dance to the radio

Sitting on the yellow table

Loud enough to get by …

not loud enough to get caught

Elvis, the Beatles and Buddy Holly

Transformed into our bandstand

As we found ourselves dancing

In grandma’s kitchen …

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Neighborhood Cat

I walk out on the porch 

Dark from night skies

The sun still not up

The glow still dim

I look toward the walk

There she is meandering

Right in front of me.

She stops for a minute

Waits to see if I am moving

Of course I do not

After all her purpose is just

As she hunts her early prey

After her short pause

She scampers past me

Knowing I mean no harm

Off under the bush she goes

Into the darkness 

Most likely to another house

Making her morning rounds

Not to be seen the rest of the day

I go inside, lock my door 

I smile, she does not know me

I do not know where she comes

But, I always see where she goes

Into the darkness 

Brave and aloof 

Quiet and methodical 

She seeks her morning quest…

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The Children’s Virus

He put his arm around me

Told me it was going to be ok.

This virus will not last forever 

It will not stay…

My uncle told me that he loved me

the virus will go away

the vaccines are helping

this virus will not stay.

He will be a friend to call on

or a buddy to play ball

a confidant to share with

the switch games and all.

He put his arm around me

told me it was going to be ok.

The virus will not last forever,

this virus will not stay.


Black Eye Peas

Black eye peas my ancestors would say.

Eat them for luck on New Years Day.

A spoonful, a bowl they did not care.

Leaving the table , you did not dare .

Black eye peas will sit there forever

As it waits, this new year’s endeavor .

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