Category: Family

Legacy

I’d watch him early mornings, pre-work hours, Examining his plot aside the fence, He’d smile to see the haze of yellow flowers, That patience soon would bear some evidence. I wondered how the psyche of this man, His fingers slaked and bruised with mason’s…

To everything, a season…

Moon hangs on high, as if by silken thread, Reminding all that night precedes the dawn, Black storms recede to wispy gold instead, This pastel morning after rain has gone. These seven days and nights we journeyed on in magic ever-after-ness, and ponder, Joys…

Chaleur d’Amour

Even here,  though out of view as yet, unseen its singular scent  enwraps my  senses; Romantic Irrepressible Unforgettable. Causing me  to pause, to full inhale, as visions of a long ago  invade and deep pervade  my mind; Beautiful Serene Green. A young man  shyly…

Love

Reaching, ever gentle, Comforting, supporting her, Grandson makes her smile. My daughter captured this moment of tenderness, after an afternoon at the Animal Kingdom, as we soggily (having gotten caught in the usual Florida downpour) and wearily trudged to the bus stop.   PhotoFriday:…

Family Tree

It was 1944.  There he was again, her handsome beau; all decked out, standing at her front door with a small white box in his hand. Soon, he would tenderly pin the simple corsage to her collar. He knocked tentatively, barely able to constrain his anticipation….

Ode to Bandit

He wakens with the birds and begs me to join, Exuberant, racing down the stairs to grass, Midst scatter’ing squirrels and pre-dawn cooing doves, His happiness unbridled, life’s a gas. Reluctant, I begin with aches and moans, His spirit wins me over every time,…

PAT-TERN

I softly fold it, setting it aside, A moment more to tag (To…From…), A crocheted throw, (another one?) indeed, But this was for the young man he’s become. No more the baby blues of soft layettes, No more the booties, hats and mitten sets,…

Subjective Perspective

The point of one’s perspective may be blind, (I mused) when spying gay-adorned displays, For deep within the recess of my mind, The mimeographed script again replayed. We children, both, role-playing on that day so long ago, he was the soldier boy, And I,…

Sister Selfie

My sister and I meet regularly at McLoone’s Boat House, a local, waterside eatery. We usually take a table on the patio, breathing in the clear, crisp air and watching the ducks’ and geese repetitive comings and going. Hawks circle high above the fountain…

Portrait of a Boy

My daughter’s boy is almost tall as I, And swirling thoughts within his tousled head are spinning, myriad mind maps that belie the silent calm facade we see, instead. Snips and snails and caterpillar threads No longer fill the visions he ascribes to, He…

Carry

After an exhaustively satisfying jaunt to Disney Springs, we return to our Polynesian Paradise, with visions of plunging into a refreshing Oasis Pool. This photo captures many emotions for me, transporting me back to the warmth of that day; tasty lunch on the deck…

Made for Each Other

Each year as Christmas time swoops swiftly in, With hectic shopping sprees at malls and such, Unlike my friends, I spare myself chagrin, And opt instead to add a personal touch. I raid my stash (I never have too much), To find the perfect…

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