I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told