Poetry

I walked among the trees and stopped to say hello. The sweetness of his greeting gave me to know.

God still exist ❤️

I know you are there

There where there is no pain

There in a world of angels

There where we do not know

Where there is until

We get to know …

Take care dear brother in law.

Take care…

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We sparkle , we stand

In the light , in the sand

We are strong against the dark.

We are women making our mark.

We sparkle and we stand .

In the light , in the sand .

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he kept the pace

In a very slow race

With just myself .

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a small cup

Of heaven’s delight

Makes a run

Seem just right

Balance

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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 …

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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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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