Grandmother Introspection Poems

As a child, I mistakenly believed that older people chose to have stiff backs, wrinkles on their faces, and veins like small, fat snakes on...

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grateful for whispers
of loved ones who've departed
here warming my heart
grateful for the here and now
with my loved ones by my side...

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many years ago my sister & i went to Georgia to spend the Summer with our Daddy.
sadly he had to work so at home all...

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Harvey Feinstein,
in I WAS BETTER LAST NIGHT
reflects:

"Artists
return to paint the same landscape
over and again,
but
they do so looking forward."

"The goal isn't to copy
what they've already done,
but...

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10,000

The cows are all dead. 
They died in the heat, 
or so they said. 
I feel sorry for the cows, 
but more sorry for the...

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The smoke stains on the windows
Attempt to obscure the crystal morning light
Of a chill autumn morning, a last leaf
Of fall glory, dangling, 
Waiting for the...

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Who Am I?

I was born the eldest of seven children
I had to fight to be heard and to be loved.
There was very little money for...

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There comes a time,
If you live long enough,
When you may find yourself
In that last waiting room.
One day it’s necessary 
To give up life as you...

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When I was very young
All I really wanted
To be was an Indian.
My mother always read to me -
Stories of fairies and elves,
Of princesses and ogres,...

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Sandra
Who is a poet, artist, retired business owner
Who is warm, giving, sensitive, creative, positive
Who is a loving wife of 65 years to a wonderful husband
Who...

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Stargazer, stargazer
Bearer of bouquets
Four of stardust
Four the number of times you fussed
Hoping to see cream of the crop.

Pink, yellow, white, and orange stargazer lilies smiled
Your...

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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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Everything my mother or grandmother cooked
was good for your soul
from the rich beef ribs 
braised in a new red wine
to the lamb or pork
nurtured tenderly...

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Why weep so easily in old age?
Vulnerable to memory that thins
No substance,
A sparse waterfall
           ...

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A rainy autumn day
when memories come calling,
ushered in like the gently
perused pages of
a Victorian novel,
 read with a cup of steaming cocoa
are the scented leaves
of...

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