Sweet baby girl
Little sister
Already loved
Your big sister
is so excited
to meet you
“Around Christmas time, when it might snow!”
Somehow, I think
she knew about you
before anyone else
Big sisters have
been known to
be a bit bossy
Yes, this is a personal admission
But I have a feeling
the two of you
will be best friends
And the rest of us
will continue to watch,
to learn, and to love
Where would I wish to go?
And who might do the carrying?
If carried by a cloud,
wherever the wind blew-
Watching shadows float
across the landscape below
Not simply reclining, but
looking through binoculars
Searching the trees, flowers,
and people below in hopes
of greater understanding
If carried by a horse-
Sitting tall, laughing
As my hair flows behind me
Holding tight to the reins
Exploring places only
The horse knows how to find
Admiring hidden
landscapes, amazed.
I’d have so much to learn.
As with any trip,
It would eventually
come to an end
And I would free
fall, confident
You’d catch me
and carry me home
I hope you’ll listen to my recent conversation with Emerge-Magazine editor, Aubrey Green. We talked about blogging, writing, poetry, and life! It was an honor and so much fun!
Will I ever recognize its approach?
The way it works itself into
a regular day, so slowly.
By the time it was revealed,
The day had almost disappeared.
But it was not wasted.
True, it held an uncertain sadness.
Until I realized I was missing you.
Of course, grief would visit
the day before Father’s Day.
But sweet memories also arrived.
And grief quietly took its seat.
Allowing its counterpart, always
nearby, to offer comfort, hope, and joy.
Happy Father’s Day, Dads! Your job is more important than you know. I hope you feel celebrated and loved today!
Walk up the driveway
under the carport
and knock on the door
No one uses the front door
Not anyone familiar
with the family, anyway
There is no entry way
But a warm, welcoming den
where you’re invited to sit
and have a cup of coffee
A small table with two chairs
sits near the kitchen
A guide to the narrow hall
filled with memories of
a life well-lived
Oh, I almost forgot
Back by the table and chairs
You passed the entrance
to the living room
Used mostly for overflow
and the occasional nap
Its picture windows let
in warm sunlight
A front porch and a back porch
provide quiet spots for
phone calls or just a moment
to relax and enjoy the surrounding nature
Stop by sometime!
You’re always welcome!
Prompt 4-Write a poem that moves through the rooms of a home you’ve lived in; it could be a childhood home, your current home, or even a vacation home.
Pink flowers smile as
I leave for work
Birds sing their morning songs
Trees offer a Good Morning
Stately or giggly, depending
on age, mood, and the weather
And then there are
those magnificent clouds
Sometimes they are accents
across the day’s canvas
Other times, they cover
the entire landscape
And me? The traveler
Sometimes weary
Always determined
to notice and wonder
A precise wonder,
thankful to be even the
smallest figure in the
painting that is today
Write a poem that includes the phrase “precise wonder.”
Shadows danced along
the ground as we
walked hand in hand
A canopy of curved
branches and fluttering
leaves woven overhead
Our steps attempting to
catch tiny moments
of light dancing
with the shadows
A give and take
not to be ignored
Like the give and take
between the two of us
Sisters, friends, not always
in agreement – Yet, willing
to walk hand in hand
under the canopy
Whether light
or shadow
leads our steps
I recognize her song,
though it often changes,
dependent on her journey.
Does she choose her own?
Or does it choose her?
Traversing through
a grove of Aspens, she
sings a melody
gentle and sweet.
Each glistening leaf
adding a note of color.
Coursing over rough rocks
on the shoreline, she
sings a melody bold
and courageous.
Each pulse of the current
increasing her resolve.
Each melody, each path is a journey
of awe and wonder paired with challenges.
Listen. What song does she sing for you today?
I see you perched
at the highest point
on the top of our roof
What do you see from up there?
I feel jealous of your current
position-The broader, all-
encompassing perspective
Does it lighten your load to see
further into the landscape?
Does it reaffirm that there is
light shining in the darkness?
I choose to believe your answer is Yes!
“Where flowers bloom so does hope.”
~ Lady Bird Johnson ~
Heads bowed, a quiet
Thank you! for protection
during the stormy night
Now, rain barely falls.
And they nod, barely aware.
Faces turned toward
the afternoon sun-
Their preference-maybe later
Solemn quiet allows space
for a prayerful song
Growing deep from within
where roots, long forgotten,
began to wake due to the
Slow seeping of evening
rain reaching the underground
A renewed purpose-Holding
strong, so the faces above
remember their origins
Reassurance that they will
again turn their faces to the sun
Knowing from their current
posture, future sunlit faces
will accompany grateful hearts
Piano Girl 