Eileen’s Lullaby

Today I came upon a weathered item, While sorting through mementos from the past, A single, tiny photo of my sister, Young mom with babe in arms, old times now flashed. She, standing by a screen, the sunlight filtering in, to rest upon her tiny child, I can almost hear her song of comfort, Can […]

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Vivid

Vivid I remember the excitement and anticipation that we felt when Daddy would say (as he reliably did each Sunday afternoon): “Who wants to go to Grunning’s?” With squeals of delight we scrambled into the back of his old station wagon that served not only as the family conveyance but more importantly, a humble workman’s […]

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Road Trip to My Garden

Arriving here they wait for skillful hands to lift them from their soil-mussed pickup bed, To transplant them in well-prepped earthen land, New home where they’ll be watered, pruned and fed. They started off, mere seedlings, silken threads, Until their infant leaves grew strong, upright in vibrant hues, (they’d never be ‘down-tread’), And once re-potted, launched […]

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Forces of Nature

Forces of Nature Bleak days tumbled into months un-sunned, The path lay dormant, absent footfall sound, Neath cloak of white, in stealth, the damage done. With man’s best friend, in tandem ’twas begun, Before the chill they’d set out, forest bound, Bleak days tumbled into months un-sunned. But nature’s wont with blizzard force had won, […]

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Lace

Lace With threads of silken fibers wound around hand-carved bobbins, spools that lay in place, To rest, lest soon the complex plan confound, As brightly colored pinheads mark their space. Bolster pillows fast secure the stays, And prickings guide her expert fingers, deft, Art from generations’ yesterdays, Remains uniquely spun, a family craft. Forgetting precious […]

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Moving in Place

Incessant, intermeshing gears in play, The fire burns within to stymie fate, Pretense of moving on, yet ever stay. Out-of-tune caliope betrays, Implying that a free life lies in wait, Incessant, intermeshing gears in play. Though hues are bright, beneath there lurks the gray of oil-clogged sprockets; grind, incriminate, Pretense of moving on, yet ever stay. The merriest-go-round […]

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Before the Dawn

I have always been an early bird, creeping out of vacation hotel rooms to avoid waking the family, camera case slung over my shoulder and flip-flops tucked under my arm. I cannot miss the sunrise. I know that the most beautiful moments are fleeting and often are on display before the sun rises up, as if […]

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In Vino Veritas

The television screen appears to be suspended, as if “afloat” in my crystal goblet. In truth, world events are a bit easier to take, when viewed through the softening prism of a glass of my favorite Cabernet.

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