Category: Love

  • The Invisible Challenge . . . .

        The Invisible Challenge . . .            I post today a subject close to my heart and mind that boundaries in thought  subject our young people in ways detrimental to their growth and honesty.  It comforts the adults to be sure but the relationship goes nowhere.          With Sunday’s go to church approaching,…

  • The Lesson In Strawberries. . . .

    5/31/24. . . There is always a someone in mind when I wish to repeat a post.   A reason because I want to shout to the world that here is a person of worth and high calibre that the rest of the world does not know as we who know and love her.  And…

  • A Sorrow Hushed . . . . . .

    A Sorrow Hushed. . . My ears cleaved to the door frame of the dining room. Her whisper was hoarse, were there many? Lots, he said, lots, as he held the letter that told him what they saw. They pushed for space, women and children and their men for best viewing. They wanted to see. …

  • Explaining The Reason. . . .

    If We Had. . . and Truth be Known. . . . Her grey hair was tied up in a knot with an elastic band with wisps circling her face. Not neat in any way but ends swinging as if the haircut was long overdue but her smile was now and the joy present. Her…

  • Often We Are The Best Of Who We Are. . . .

    (4/11/24. . . please keep in mind that I have used the male gender as my subject with understanding of this evolutionary leap of humanity because little is understood of what we females responsible with children and aspects of quality  to ensure the  family in civil community life with compassion when we are leveled with…

  • My Keys in the Palm of My Hand . . . . .

      In reviewing  decades of my life with my kaleidoscopic perspective,  is a stressful endeavor.  I was cautioned to go slow.   ( At 92, how fast can I possibly go at this time?)  Most people are given to wait until they are on the side where  support friends already are. Or here  and I laughed…

  • A Warm Hug. . .

    \I was just 16 when my younger sister caught me in a lie leaving me so embarrassed that on the spot I knew that I would forever tell the truth.  And from that moment on, I became a truth teller.  I alibied  others or as my sister said, made excuses for  them, but was hard…

  • And is god enough . . . . .of course. . .

      So Who Cares. . . Nobody they say. . . Except you know you do. . . All it takes is just one I hear, to look for the sun to rise each morning. . . . to look at the moon at night and wonder, . . . . where home is. .…

  • Always the Empty Chair. . . Times Such as These. . .

     It  is late.  And I am an old woman.  I sit here and cannot see the keys of the keyboard because  I weep.  I have delayed coming and writing this again which seems to be a signature poem of mine and it is not an honor I wish to claim.  In differing times I took…

  • Virtue In The Doing. . . .

    The Keys Of The Kingdom. . . . (In the conversation I mention about the satisfaction in the doing of what most consider work with my brother Stanley, and he said I hold the keys of the kingdom,  in my terminus I see the wisdom of this.  I was told to ‘do and you will…