April Grandparents Poems

old photographs~
faded and creased
my grandma's treasure
inside an embroidered album
where memories are etched
upon each page

printed in grayscale
those filmed-captured
by a vintage camera
vivid were  memories 
despite decades...

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LONELY AS A CLOUD IN  APRIL


I knew Great Aunt Lucy’s April outing to celebrate
My failed exams  would be  a  series of...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Still Daylight
In the Dark

The days are gathering…
dust, 
and so am I. 
Not intentionally, 
but metaphorically. 

I longed to have more time. 
I dreamed I could...

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Wrath of nature
reaching out
a pestilence
hunting for souls
gold in their hearts
silver in their hair
grandparents 
invaded
struggling to breathe
a lonely room
no family allowed
where is the love
taking a last...

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Rain

As I set here quiet, 
I gather my thoughts. 
I pray without the pomp...
of a beginning or an end. 
As He is always with me....

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Precious children in my care
laugh and frolic, unaware
life will not forever be
simple, fun, and trouble-free.

Some day they’ll be grown and more
cognizant of what’s in store.
Still,...

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Empty Glass 
Stained

The house is empty. 
The dogs...
are barking again. 
This happens, 
and.

It is left hanging there, 
for a reason. 
The word...
Says little and less,...

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Away

Friends in the distance, 
we laugh from afar. 
You are on the other side, 
of the world. 

I am humbled by the miles, 
knowing we...

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The Forgotten holidays

Written or in this case typed…
correctly; “The” as it was at the beginning correct. 
“Forgotten” as it was naming not the action but...

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Holidays Together

We stand tall next to each other, 
in the choir before Our Lord. 
We are happy to sing, 
for Him…

We are humble 
that are...

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Daughter of the King!

Angel here on Earth. 
You have been found out. 
Your facade has been seen through. 
Your actions, the fruits;
kindness,
compassion, 
tenderness, 
and love.

You...

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Our Bridges

The place between you and me, 
is destined to be the right spot. 
More importantly, it is the exact
point in which God wants us...

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Happy

Sunday dishes, 
done by hand. 
The washer put to rest. 

No football, yes that is what I said. (But I have it backed up for...

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The Long Road

The highway is lined with tall pines. 
As far as the eye can see, 
as far as the soul dare to take in....

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