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: #Love

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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.  They’d been seeing each other for three weeks and yet he […]

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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, All grumpiness now gone, though old bones groan, As long as […]

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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, No more the teddy bears so neatly pressed on play-togs, made […]

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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, a mere rag doll, in tattered frays, While others dressed as […]

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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 spray, with fluffy pillowed-clouds as their backdrop, while the Turtle Back […]

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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 leans his fishing pole at foot of bed, Impatient, waits for […]

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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 of the Boathouse, our traditional “Downtown” shopping and snacking adventures, and […]

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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 fiber for his gift A cover warm with softness to the […]

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From Both Sides Now

She sang: “I look at clouds from both sides now” I’ve pondered often on these puzzling words, Yet ringing true today, with furrowed brow, I wonder how to heal my crippled bird. She’s lived each day by loving, not by sword, Yet life has dealt a painful, piercing blow, Her days once filled with technicolor […]

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Atone Poem

I’m mad at me, I let him down, I promised to wait up, I tried to stay awake but (groan) Alas, I fell asleep! I even took a bath to while away the evening hours, It did the trick, just like a child, Alas I fell asleep! He always waits for me, so oft he […]

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Of Bunnies Bats and Basketballs

Bunnies, bats, abandoned basketballs Across the yyard, as summer’s taken toll, The once-lush green scape fading into fall, And school boys back in session, cease their roil. Their shrieking, wild abandon still rings clear With choosing sides for stickball (to applause) And bouncing balls on asphalt drives I hear. Yet wistfully, reminders give me pause. For […]

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