Snow Father Daughter Poems

Whenever did the waters change
And the moonlight cease to be enticing
And the cherry tree by the window
Not blossom enough

For you to have outspoken
All the kind...

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Cherub's unfurled fingers faithfully extend to his fallow fringe 
   hung from a chest made firm by suede, sweat and rain.

  ...

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Here's WHY, 
   This is, as indicated, the 1st HALF of this fairly lengthy poem. The 2nd half had to be posted separately...

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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers IV



Neglect
by Michael R. Burch

What good are your tears?
They will not spare the dying their anguish.
What good is your concern
to a...

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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers III




Success
by Michael R. Burch

for Jeremy

We need our children to keep us humble
between toast and marmalade;

there is no time for a...

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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers II



All Things Galore
by Michael R. Burch

for my grandfathers George Edwin Hurt Sr. and Paul Ray Burch, Sr.

Grandfather,
now in your gray...

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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers I

I translated the first six Native American poems for my father when he chose to enter hospice and end his...

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Wishing for Spring when Mother Nature Sings
warm summer nights when stars twinkle in delight
But it's windy and cold with a threat of snow
another rainy day...

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He sat and waited, hours long
          There upon the old park bench
    ...

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for my daughter, Lily Belle

Having crawled through a crack in my third-story window,
I drift, this night, to a familiar place
in search of age in a...

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In the serene silence before its flight,
amidst shifting shadows of the night.
She gathers her clouds for the pending storm,
then the clouds they take a darkened...

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I think of you with tenderness that 
seldom knew breath when you were alive.
Like tattered, yellowed leaves
images appear scattered in the recesses of my memory.
Mom...

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The Laps of the North
I was going to write about olive trees goats and donkeys 
and ancient stones in the holy land but I keep...

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I miss the times we used to share
When I was young, you were always there
I miss your smile, I miss your laugh
The jokes you'd play...

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From time and place and season I am lost,

Disorientated ,missing tracks well worn.

Do not suppose I’m unaware of cost,

Nor label me with epithets of scorn.

For...

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