Memories of Busy Hands His hands- Goalie hands. Hands that wrote letters To family left behind, Across the Atlantic. Thick fingers able to clasp the newest Necklace around his wife’s slender neck. Cracking Sunday-morning eggs, Carving Christmas roast beef, Folding napkins into swans, Mixing Shirley Temples with the Maraschino, after Serving the wealthy their Saturday night dinner....
Saying Good-bye
We always assume that we'll have time to do things in the future. We put off taking action on important issues. We put off expressing our inner feelings to loved ones. We'll do it later, we tell ourselves. But, sometimes, there are...
Reasons to Write
Why Do I Write?My whirlwind body is planted;reconnected to its roots.My raging-river mind is calmed;pond-like stillness returns.Unwieldy thoughts are pruned,leaving the essentials to simmer.Until, once again, my heartleads the way.So why write? Writing allows us the much-needed time to reflect...
Happy Mother’s Day
To My Mother I never understood that even at my worst Your unconditional love would survive. I never understood that all of your questions Were meant to get to know me. I never understood that no matter where I was...
The Heart of Writing
PoetryPoetry is the voice of the soul as ittravels through the heart.Poetry sing out its observations andpraises to its muse.Poetry connects the past to the present-preserving each moment on parchment.Poetry processes hidden truths,adjusts points of view and sharpens one's focus.Poetry...