remembering

A blessed and warm Martin Luther King Day.  I so remember when I was a tiny child picking up my brilliant Uncle with the Grandparents.    I know it was the first time I had been to the train station.  I was a reader and I read early.  I remember distinctly needing to go to the restroom.  I wandered into the restroom, and I read over the door, whites only.  I thought to myself, what does that mean?  I even questioned if that was the case where did the other people go?  It was a deep feeling and just the beginning of many such experiences in the south.  

I reared my children to never see color, but character.  They still base their friendships on this premise.  

in quiet Dawn

I pass

I remember

And project

I know, we know , we all know

Merry Christmas

wet morning, rustic

leaves fall riding softly on

A breath of nature.

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Wisteria slowly blooms

against the aged fence.

The petals turn toward sun,

Purple shades and sweet scents.

The bard his memory take

among the flowers  fair

while his immortality wakes

Shakespeare claims it years .

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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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Weekend Speckled white and ash

Contrast green and soldiers seen

In uniform past.

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A candle on her favorite food

Lit on this her 10th year passing

I sit and wonder in the quiet moment

No birthday song to wish a lasting

Wishes for the future gone

As the days have passed quickly

And you are not here to belong

At this table of celebration

Yet it is for you and only you

Leaving loved ones with their own

deliberation.

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Gray rustic canon

Hangs over winter’s river

Few could tell you why.

Many once gathered to fight

Forgotten, now a bleak sight .

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Driving across country from Calf – NC with 130.00 will not be forgotten as long as this song can be played . 😊

Cold evening

Hot chocolate

Remembering

You

Thank you

For being my friend

Even if it had to end

Your friendship

Lives richly in our sharing

Cold evenings

Hot Chocolate

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