Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Friday, November 1, 2013
and deliberately approaches my being.
Sticky, beautiful gossamer- like webs anchor my broken body down.
Thankful, I’m for the lace collar of my tattered yellow dress,
that covers and protects, my mouth and ears,
from the ominous black spider’s curiosity.
There is no comfort in the haunting sounds,
of the child’s laughter,
that once beckoned me to run in frolic.
Her shrills of delight,
echoes like a faded lullaby,
suspended from the rafters now.
This precious little girl often wrapped her arms around me,
whispering her secrets and pain
knowing I’d never judge or blame.
My jaw frozen wide in silent scream,
I wish this were but a dream.
Alas, since she abandoned me, only darkness fills the air.
I should have known that little girls,
all too soon,
and put their dollies down.
Someday a new child may find, and mend my broken parts,
setting in motion the magical, imagination,
that breaths life into dolls,
bringing them to life again,
Until then I lie,
in the attic.
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Thursday, October 24, 2013
A strange plant in our yard,
I said, “The wind blew us a seed.”
In friendly soil it grew quite tall
Small blooms began to show.
Soon green fruit began to appear
Although the time seemed short.
I wonder how such a miracle
Came so sweetly to my tongue!
Monday, September 9, 2013
All of the above reflect the kindness I have felt in the
Saturday, August 31, 2013
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Monday, March 25, 2013
School is out
But the jagged line of students pushes onward
Down the boulevard
Ignoring the exhaust
They know the route and have the desire
The track team is large
Democratic, self-selected, with no tryouts
You don’t have to be fast, just willing to train
A mile from school
There is little energy for laughter and chatter
Some advance solo
Syncing their pace to music on an iPod
Experienced runners pump their arms
In smooth coordination with their legs
Not too hard
Just enough to be efficient
Gracefully they advance up the line
Novice runners haven’t learned yet
What is required for success on the track
Rigidly held hands conflict with
The motion of their legs
Bouncing ponytails betray
The side-to-side swing of shoulders and elbows
By girls wondering is track compatible with femininity
But two miles is still two miles
And from daily effort
The novice runners will find their stride
At last the line turns left on to a tree-lined street
Confident boys shed tee shirts
Even the shade is not cool enough
Brave girls strip down to sports bras
And enjoy the breeze
On their glistening midrifts
Two more blocks and the line turns left again
Just in time for the grammar school dismissal
Less fit runners welcome the order by a crossing guard
To jog in place at an intersection
Small children escorted by parents look in awe
At these fleet creatures
Do you know my brother
A little one asks a shaggy-haired Adonis
His only answer is a smile
From an adolescent breathing deeply
The whistle sounds
And the sweaty herd surges onward
More stretched out than ever at this half-way point
Saturday will be their first meet of the season
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Cold winters and hot summers.
Sled riding after dinner,
then a hot sweet potato with lots of butter
From the Horse & Wagon for 1 cent.
Saturday mornings, we read from the old testament.
Movies were 10 cents,
with cartoons and a serial continued every week.
Sunday, my aunt and uncle came from New York.
Mama made salami with scrambled eggs and knishes -
Pastry dough wrapped over mashed potatoes,
Fried and drained on brown paper bags,
before paper towels.
Thursday, January 3, 2013