Smidgens
In the Christmas photo album….. Ghosts run among the pages Through images stuffed with Santas and snowmen. My sister’s ghost gives Indian burns My brother’s ghost I didn’t know Began to know And sometimes wished I still didn’t know Young ghosts of daughters Tell… Continue Reading “Christmas Photo Album”
I open my laptop Hoping to find a pearl, A poem within The cold metal shell Warmed by my touch As the keys move with Currents, tides, waves Settling in diverse pools. But, sometimes poems Slip out as granules of sand Nuisances, unfiltered….Having Their… Continue Reading “Nacre”
I meet your family. The toothless, the fairy The hobbit, and the biker. And I don’t know why I feel at home While needing to escape To the library You meet my family. The munchkin, the brain The witch, and the calculator. And you… Continue Reading “Meeting The Family”
The child is in her arms And I understand The smile on her face, The concern in her brow, How she is so careful with The round, round head of her baby Plastic car seat Molded to fit a human being I have seen… Continue Reading “Club Of Complications”
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