Family
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Grateful Doesn’t Begin To Cover It
Grateful doesn’t begin to cover it Really, the warm wondrous Aura shining from my grandkids’ eyes, Their innocence, their sense of awe, Imagination, magic door to thrilling Tender worlds of endless marvel, Unbound promise, splashy spacious Dreams – past and… Continue reading
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On Turning 67
They say that age is just a number; If that’s the case then once again I’m in my prime! So many numbers over time – During my youth the 33s, Fab Four, Take Five, and Three Dog Night In my… Continue reading
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Sketches of Cuba: A Poem for My Mother, Who Was Born in Cuba, Left Before World War II, and Never Returned
I came to Cuba and looked to the sky. I knew I wouldn’t sense your presence in the clouds – Pallid and staid, they’d never contain your sparkle. But I looked anyway, Hoping to catch you Like I sometimes imagine… Continue reading
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Three Simple Joys
Succor me in surprised joy. I rise without an ache du jour, All parts accounted for and none too sore – Oh that this would happen more! – Play for me fortissimo joy. Ella is perching on my knees, She… Continue reading
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Sweet Potatoes, Storms, So Much To Learn
My wife says feeding our Granddaughter (!) Is a full-body experience. Sweet potato war paint, Oatmeal stalactites, Green beans gurgling through Sticky splayed fingers feet Frog-kicking in excitement Mouth mmmming blowing bubbles Eyes crossing as the spoon nears. – The… Continue reading
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