Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

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

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

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

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,