*A mother's were both in the same hometown Redbird Oklahoma
We were born on the same year 1955
You were taller than me and you had a brilliant smile
0ur mother's were best friend
We were so close that we even have the same social security number, cept for the very last digit
Your mother moved up here
Soon mine followed
Even tho' your not here alive on this plain
On this day you were born
A blessed happy birthday ...
Anthony Herron
4/1/1955 *
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Categories:
herron, birth, birthday, family,
Form: Free verse
I awaken to the lovely snorts of my sweet English bulldog,
Frankie sits up in my bed, legs out, looks sort of like a frog.
Toddling down the stairs assessing the light from the window,
We know whether the trip outside will be short or rather slow.
Terrified of thunderstorms, she’ll do her job with no delay,
But she’ll wander and sniff, taking her time on a sunny day.
While Frankie smells the grass and deposits her little gift,
I make a tea and look out over the river, it gives me a lift.
Blue Herron feeding and carp jump, the temperatures scorch,
Cardinals, Bluejays and yellow Finch fill the trees by the porch.
You breath in the fresh air and appreciate the nature present,
Peaceful and filled with hope, its a typical morning, no big event.
I refill the bird feeders to keep my feathered friends coming back,
Then Frankie and I go inside, mornings we’ve perfected the knack.
Written August 9, 2012
By Lee Ramage
For Francine Robert’s contest
“A couplet- morning”
Categories:
herron, animals, introspection, nature,
Form: Couplet