Category: Family

Wedding Day

March 28, 2020 Today, my daughter got married. It was a rainy, otherwise depressing day, but today, my daughter got married. It wasn’t a typical catered affair, with florists, musicians, and photographers, as she’d planned so many months ago. The statewide shutdown made that…

Viral Spring

In times gone by, we’d take the family car ‘cross rural backroads, farmlands on display, Expanse of nature’s palette, fields afar from madding crowds that often swarmed our days. These days the world has changed; we shy away from bear hugs, kisses, handshakes, social…

Roses and Lollipops

As Jack Jones advised ”…Keep them handy, flowers and candy…Roses and Lollipops”. It’s concert day and for as long as I can remember, every time I sing in a concert Bobby always surprises me with flowers and candy.  And surprisingly, I’m usually surprised!  …

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…

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