written 1998
Days in school were very hard. Ways to make him “right”, they tri… Wrong, is how teacher said he wrot… Long hours they drilled on change. Hide his talent, was all he did;
A new day is starting, The summer is parting, It was a time for fun and laughter A time of crying, sadness and deat… But, life goes on, the seasons cha…
Standing alone, Tall and proud A dew drop trickles across her bro… Lithely bending to the breeze, But never falling to her knees.
Who cares? That is the question. Maybe it’s… So make a correction. Who cares? She wants to know. Maybe it’s her…
The tears she shed are for you, M… Not too long ago had you departed. She awoke this lonely night And once again it started. The loss of their daily phone call…
Her friend’s long skirt makes plum… She lies here listening to the whi… That sends its ancient answers far… And tries to pull their meanings i… Elizabeth is bending near the shor…
She longs for ways and times lost… To regain what was, is not possibl… How to create anew from ancient th… A stone, old, worn, filled with tr… Ancient truths, covered by the san…
Her creamy white skinny hand. Twirled around, molded tightly Into Papa’s pudgy mahogany finger… His rippling laughter pulsated Slithered into her juvenile veins
Deep in the woods, The snowy, frozen woods, With its beckoning trees, Shrouded with a thick lace of snow… There goes a wind,
The elderly are here For a reason she is sure Wisdom they all have Of a life that is pure Rolling with punches
A child... Brought into this cold world not o… Brought here to face the challenge… Full of curiosity; so eager to har… How the pieces fit together in thi…
...She gazed out her window there’… Drifts on the stair. With her nos… Time as a child, oh how she though… Christmas comes to her mind, full… The house is all deckled with tins…
She’s trying on a newly found adap… One that she never knew she had— It must have been in storage— A fluid dress, she thinks she like… As she bends over backwards
Her beautiful Ballerina She sits and admires Pliait 1,2,1,2 Again
An hour of leisure in the garden Like a song expressless in words A symphony composed in heaven Sung best by soft winds and birds. Enjoy your leisure in the garden