death

One tree this year.

A time to remember.

We miss our loved ones

In this Covid December .

We will not forget

We are still in hope.

While many have lost

and now have to cope.

We light the candles

We cut the cake.

Pray for the lost,

different memories we make.

CMM © 2020

The old red barn

Has lost some charm

The bare cupboards

sound alarm .

As the day of plenty

Is now in the past

The smell of yesterday

Somehow still last

Handkerchiefs are gone

Crochet by hand

The tiny baskets

No longer stand

The apples still ripen

And the pears still fall

Mask are all worn

But not by all

Poets and artist

Will record this time

When people passed

And the need to be kind.

©. CMM. 2020

Rest In Peace

And thank you

For all the years

You fought tirelessly

For equal rights

Under the law.

With integrity

And class,

Reservation

And fierceness

Of a warming fire

That would burn through time

Before and now and forever .

Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg

RIP

2020 CMM

Time arrives quickly

It is pretty amazing

A peace of knowing …

Copyrighted 2020 CMM

Morning sun rises

My soul’s shade is lightened now

No rain weigh it down .

Copyright © CMM. 2019

It is 3:00 a.m.

My hands cupped

Snuggly around my

Coffee cup.

The flicker of the fire

Reflects my feelings

As if it is catching

Pain with every spark.

The rhythm of my heart

Beats just enough to get

My attention that I am real.

I miss people who have passed,

the little furry friend I have lost

and Grandma’s home.

I cannot rewind time,

Or reset the clock of yesterday

Or recreate people who cause pain.

Sitting here this morning in

Solitude and still darkness

I am reminded of the truth.

I am present in the early morning,

I am grateful for found peace,

I look to the heavens always.

Copyright:  CMM  2019

I lost a long time friend last night. I woke this morning to the news. So this afternoon I went to a movie as a day out and distraction. The name of the movie was ” Mule” with Clint Eastwood, there were 2 take-away sentences. One was ” how old would you be if you did not know the year you were born?” The other, ” you cannot buy time”

An autumn morning with

crisp awareness of summer past.

Brings to memory how

the saints soon hover and last.

Orange pumpkins lay to rot

Along the porch and drive.

While chapel bells ring

calling ‘All Souls’, who still survive.

Copyright © CMM 2018

"Master, pity they servant ! 
He is deaf and 3 parts blind.
He cannot catch thy commandments. 
He cannot read Thy mind. 
Oh, leave him not to his loneliness; 
nor make him thy kitten scorn.
He hath none other God than Thee 
since the year that he was born . 

Lord look down on they servant! 
Bad things have come to pass. 
There is no heat in the mid-day sun, 
nor health in the way side grass. 
His bones are full of an old disease-
his torments run and increase. 
Lord, make haste with thy lightenings 
and grant him quick release."
 —-Rudyard Kipling, ‘ His Apologies ‘ 1932