Catching Up
Just catching up on each other’s lives. It’s so easy to get behind. A little travel, a little time, and we wonder where we are. We find so much is still the same, like growing up and constant change. We’ve … Continued
As My Friend is Here
This poem will be short,as my friend is here.Just a few days,but oh so dear.
Tomorrow’s Poem
I’d rather write tomorrow’s poem,to make a guess at what’s unknown,to predict it like the weatherand to say “It will be better.”Even if that might be fun,I live each day just as she comes. [See this poem.]
Morning Sigh
Morning comes around like cursive where it touches the line. My feet touch the ground. It’s cold. The sun will rise. I go upstairs softly. My face still pink as the morning sky. My brain still in a haze like … Continued
Half a Year
My baby is six months old,that wiggly, giggly baby of mine–that holdable, foldable babywho is with me almost all the time.That rooting, scooting babycould soon get up and go.Gone is the snarfing, barfing babythat I used to know. Half a … Continued
Don’t Get Old
“Don’t get old!” she says to me.(She is ninety-two.)But I’m not sure there’s anything elsethat I can do. Knowing that I am still youngand knowing what I don’t,sometimes I wish for long-term ageon a short-term loan. Someday I’ll know a … Continued