from this vantage point in the rare quiet moment between I heard the low rumble of conversations from across the hall and down the stairs the words were not discernible but the goodness in what was said and what was being heard was music of the finest caliber actively waiting building friendships sharing stories tools… Continue reading tapestry
Tag: Poetry
on your birthday, six years later
I know not how many times the light had to bend and turn on its way from the sun to earth only that the years that it spent reflected in your laughter your smile and your eyes blessed me and so many more besides each ray that made its trek across the 93 million miles… Continue reading on your birthday, six years later
oh September
time to bid you farewell though it seems that you just walked across the grass wet with dew a few short mornings ago knocked on the door satchel in tow, announcing your arrival there you stood dressed in your blue jumper pants rolled up and barefooted from summer, pockets filled with this and that trinkets… Continue reading oh September
the swing
I sit outside on the porch as a warm breeze blows through and twenty-two years disappear the sun shines bright, illuminating a golden afternoon, and there you are, carefully taking one step after another holding the hand of the one you adored and who cherished you right back she leads you to your birthday gift… Continue reading the swing
apricity
she is comfort the sound of rain on the faded tin roof the hum of the needle making stitch after stitch the first ice cream of summer, dripping down the cone the smell of tea olive blossoming beneath the starlit sky the sound of her voice on the other end of the line reassures me… Continue reading apricity
the secret day
and so the day comes again as it has every year since there's no one to notice anymore but one alone in the corner of a dimly lit room she pulls out the tattered memory uncertain-- not sure-- why she continues to hang on to it or what to do as she opens it and… Continue reading the secret day
the red couch
flying down the interstate one goal in mind home mile after mile and then unexpectedly we see a red couch abandoned, in the emergency lane cushions awry broken slats someone will walk into the house and feel incomplete like something is lost, missing for their red couch is no longer there waiting for them to… Continue reading the red couch
Family Jewels
So this is it. An ordinary day that has really big things attached to it. And to be honest, I'm really excited. For every single day, three years in a row, I've sat down at some point during my day, usually after all have gone to bed and the house is quiet, and I've shared… Continue reading Family Jewels
the stories behind the door
on the first day you walked through the door did you stop to breathe it all in with the hope of memorizing it all-scents, sights, and sounds, the way you do now did you gently pull the door to behind you and stop for a moment and lean into it knowing as you do now… Continue reading the stories behind the door
Easter Sunday
Easter Sunday another page torn off the calendar and tucked away to use for scratch paper when I need to jot something down not much has changed since yesterday except now I can wear the white shoes that I haven't owned for about five or six years (and what is that about--I used to welcome… Continue reading Easter Sunday
I Might Need A Nap 