written 1998
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.
Faithfulness and trust equals love… Just like Love is a dove. Be kind, gentle and true, Your days and nights will not be b… Your life together is what you mak…
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 saved her visits for late in t… After the fields had been mowed, The chores completed and supper ea… The last clean dish put away. They would sit on the porch
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…
You are her younger brother, Like you there is no other. They grew up having lots of fun, She regrets those days are done. It’s sad that childhood can’t last…
The Oshkosh B’Gosh overalls A trademark of your own The acres of farmland You’d always call your home You taught her “Oh Susanna”
Out of time Out of place A misfit part Of the human race Outside the rules
Bare roots twist incredible design… Cascading down to drink the river They float between the banks among The rocks you say “Lie back and Look up, Mom”—green bordering
The trees are silently weeping, Love only knows what secrets they… Tears, pain & fearfulness seem to… Of people who sit under her branch… Listen & hear her rustling, like t…
She had a vision of the days of he… In her vision she saw the chieftai… He looks at the women of his tribe He looks at the one who stood so p… He looks at her with fire in his e…
Holding her head up high, She tried to stand tall. She wanted to reach above the clou… And touch the heavens. The bitter night air pushed her do…
Children run and laugh and play Even in their shortened day A soft dry breeze Threatens all the crumpled leaves As Winter slowly makes its mark
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.…
Every now and then, When he feels like a writer... When ideas are embedded in his hea… And every which way he turns He bounces gently off the insides…
