Introspection Grandparents Poems

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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File Number

364 was especially hard to deal with today. 
The worker made a check in the empty box. 
She used red ink. 

Wife beater, 
drinker,...

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Stop Killing My Country

Accused of political banter, 
to speak the words, God Bless, 
and America in the same sentence. 
Bespeaking the fear, 
of being proud,...

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Used by the Muse

Here I sit, after the holidays. 
Everything is quiet, 
and waiting for the big party, 
to end the year. 

Struggling on page...

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Things that make me breathless....
The musical prowess of an innocent twelve-year-old who
Has no idea, she is bringing tears to my eyes
A tribute written in honor...

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He pours through my soul, like silky hot chocolate; I dream of loving smiles and a golden heart.  A guardian spirit whose voice I’ve...

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Jumping, running, whirling, spinning, laughing.
They are tumbling now, down, the hill, into the leaf pile.
A handful of leaves are thrown high in the air.
The child...

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It was the most exciting time;
 it was the best of the best, 
the days I spent with my baby's baby.

Yes, I had a new...

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Swish thud goes the pendulum,
Giving every second significance,
With each moment as important.

Taking me into myself, for myself,
Able to access my abstraction,
Feeling my own presence positively.

The...

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Born American, sixth generation of great-grands all German,
not much liking sausage or sauerkraut, English speaking all the way,

except the Germany of my ancestry was fought...

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I have a Bentwood Rocker
It's the most cherished thing I own
It is made from the willow branches
of an ancient tree at my grandparent's home.

It embraces...

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