written 1999
Sometimes when she’s all alone She wonders why you’re gone. Why you went and left her On this earth all alone She wonders what you’re thinking
Roses are read and violets are blu… She hopes she can be part of a cou… It’s been 20 years from the day of… Shhh... listen, mute the TV. There’s no one here, as you may se…
The elderly are here For a reason she is sure Wisdom they all have Of a life that is pure Rolling with punches
They wait for the snow to melt, th… And to see the children playing in… The snow is gone but the sun doesn… In their own worlds, how does it h… Family, friends and total stranger…
A grain of wood Runs like a race car Around a multi-colored track Zooming down to the bottom It zooms up
That’s the way Mother would want… Pick out something you’d like to k… Make it something special that wou… Remind you of Grandma. Here’s some nice depression glass.
Another season has come to pass; Another page in the book of her li… Too many years apart have passed b… So many harsh lessons to be learne… Thirteen years since that fateful…
In the small, quiet room when gues… Home for the night and left him to… To thoughts of them and of the eve… To dishes left unwashed in the bas… And mute furniture left slightly a…
The endless search for meaning eng… Life’s delicate transitions bars h… What is this Life he ponders? Why… Are mysteries and illusions the bl… How long it takes a tree to grow.…
Much is different now than then, At least it’s not as things have b… (Thank Love!) She’s looking for a friend who can Overlook her sins.
Close your eyes and listen, To the music in your head. It sings of all your hopes and dre… The things you fear or dread. It sings of all the happiness,
Seek after all life has to offer y… Experience both the pleasures and… Gird yourself with the armor of kn… And be not overcritical of your at… Keep the laughter in your eyes,
She didn’t step on a sidewalk crac… So thank goodness her Mother won’… Yet when she opened the apple cide… It smelled and tasted like apple j… She didn’t break the mirror giving…
Why does she cry these tears, For they belong not to her But to a child of the night. Who is this child that chooses to… Between parked cars at the edge of…
In a tidal wave of remembrance, She searched for meaningful existe… She panned for prosperity with a s… The web of life she lived to weave… Wondering nomadically in uncharted…