Memories

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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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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The Eve

The eve of New Year has arrived

The fog rolls in covering the lamppost

The dismal air filled with a chill of a pending storm.

Maybe this is it, maybe the fog will usher the new year.

Maybe the white snow trailing behind it will bed the past.

The squirrels will scamper into the nested trees

The only sound when we venture out will be our footsteps,

The screams of the last murder of crows left behind with hope.

The hope to find the last field just turned from farmer’s plow.

Crunching the frozen ground laid by winter’s arrival,

We are brought into the silence of ourselves

Maybe then, we will think to pray.

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If ever there was a pleasure

that I would wish for thee.

It would be the solitude

of an afternoon tea.

I would bring the kettle

and a biscuit for you.

You would bring the tea

and we would begin to brew.

As we pour our cups

to the top of the brim.

We would take our ginger man

and laugh as it dips in.

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The moon is out

The ghost about

In this soon to be

🎃 Halloween.

I run in fright

In the night

And hope to not be seen.

But the Casper winks

The pumpkins blink

As I pass the hallow team

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The places I have been

And the places I have seen

Has been good for my soul

And washed me clean

morning promises

Orion Belt hangs above

Pathway hangs over

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Running I pass a

Little red hydrant all painted new.

I think to myself, how many you save,

so important are you !

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