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Generosity
Generosity It took most of a lifetime for her to understand that it wasn’t so much gifts or kind deeds as it was something much simpler and more challenging. It was a willingness to enter another pe... Read More
Ode To A Chair
Ode To A Chair The old metal chair sits in the backyard, Its back firm, Its arms magnanimously at its side. It weathers all the seasons, Patiently enduring snow and storms And oxidizing sun. Dirt and ... Read More
Hallelujah
Hallelujah On this crisp spring morning, the dogwood tree gracefully offers its abundant platters of delicate blossoms in an act of grateful praise. A royal carpet of violets covers the ground at its ... Read More
Beside Still Water
Beside Still Water She lay in the nursing home bed, clean white sheet folded across her chest, hands intertwined, a gold ring on her bent finger, delicate paper thin skin taut over bone, bruises that ... Read More
Some Mornings
Some Mornings Some mornings I wake up so afraid. I see how much is slipping away while I stand in frozen disbelief. I am overwhelmed by the futility of my small actions. I wonder at the naive sureness... Read More
Foremothers’ Solace
Foremothers’ Solace Late afternoon, waning sunlight streaming in, the familiar, repetitive work of keeping a household afloat finished for the day, I rest. It occurs to me how hard my foremothers mu... Read More
I’m the Mom
I’m the Mom I wasn’t born a mother, like my children think. Once, not long ago, I was a child, too. I hung my head off the couch and looked at the world upside down, lost myself in play, picked at... Read More
Waiting and Watching
Waiting and Watching “Every cry of the heart is attended by light’s own arms.” -St. Francis of Assisi Today, it was the quivering leaves of the oak tree glimmering in the sun and the frayed gray... Read More
An Unexpected Benefit of Getting Older
An Unexpected Benefit of Getting Older With many hard learned lessons behind us and a closer view of the finite future ahead, our desire to satisfy external standards of success becomes suddenly less ... Read More
Bringing in the Day
Bringing in the Day A mother wakes before her children To experience silence, To pray for strength. A man stands at the window Each morning, coffee in hand, And watches shadow Turn to light. An old wo... Read More
Writing Poems
Writing Poems I want to give you a gift. But all I have are these words. They don’t seem like much against all the terrible things that have happened. Or will happen. I don’t know how to fix all o... Read More
What an Aging Mother Wants
What an Aging Mother Wants Something’s left her. The reserve, The stoicism with which She’s faced her life Have fallen away Like so many Deteriorating bricks. Now she speaks openly, Emotionally, W... Read More