Not a leaf left on the crabapple t… instead little red apples hang like ornaments on a Christmas tree… Little red apples that spend most of the winter covered with sn…
You love your grandson, this blue bundle in your arms. There’s no doubt about that. He has peaches for cheeks and the sky’s in his eyes
If you’re a reprobate in recovery you have to be careful what you do… You’re no different than an alcoho… always in danger of falling again. At least an alcoholic has a diseas…
Solid middle class he is always has been always will be until tomorrow on the highway
She speaks the truth as she always has in 40 years of marriage especially when she’s lost in making dinner
One has to be careful campaigning door-to-door. One doesn’t know who’s behind any door. Could be someone
When you were a boy in 1948 living on a block of bungalows in Chicago right after WWII you had a red wagon you pulled behind your mother
Before the Inauguration the man must divest himself of his stocks and bonds close every hotel he owns lay off hundreds of employees
Day and night preachers hawk the Message of the Cross on television. Once a month they pause and beg for money for
They got along fine lying down but sitting up or standing, well that was quite another thing. Talking made things worse. Lying down they found
My grandson whispers the morning dew sparkles like diamonds in the grass. Donal Mahoney
Although it snowed a little Wedne… Jane’s hyacinths are blooming. And in the yard she saw this morni… 50 robins hopping in the sun. Some flew in couples into trees
Every evening, up in my rooom, I try to finish a poem but Chicago is hot and it’s better outside,
A group of older men gather once a week to talk about life after a heart attack. Old Len chews tobacco still and tells jokes in a voice so low
Autumn and the leaves, crisp in the swirling air, are pheasant wings once more Donal Mahoney