Long Madelyn Poems

I've lived in Idaho before they turned our state sideways to resemble a gun
Seen lively conversation stop midsentence aftering catching a glimpse      Of the sun

Yeah and some may say we...

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Written to my Cousin Madelyn McKay six years ago. She was a poetess here as cancer consumed her body. May my magical and kind cousin ….rest in peace!
Maggie . She had sent me an article...

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What, a child? Whose?
My child? My child?
Oh, a sweet voice it is,
Hers—mine and yours.
But—no, where is she?
I cannot see, where is she?
Please, can you not hear
My screaming thoughts?
I cannot speak, where is she?
Please!

What is it...

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Dearest Cousin Madelyn,


Let’s sit in the rowboat, near the dawn’s verdant shore.
Where a squirrel sits under the Oak, that we once...so adored!


We can discuss music, or our fabulous families’activities.
Later, listen to jazz, Dave Brubeck, who...

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I was Second Lieutenant of the Army Nurse Corps, 
At Pearl Harbour when it was attacked and bombed;
I was in my room at the nurses’ quarters, a store, 
Near Tripler Army Hospital, six miles from...

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Being just four ,that loud knock on the frosted, front glass door!
The fierce ringing of the handbell meant only one thing!
That Santa was here with toys, but we have first had to sing.
Then sit on...

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Skating in the Clouds


She ice skates, now in the clouds.
Her figure eights wow, all the heavenly crowds.

She is amazed as the crowd continues to grow.
New, to heaven, God pleases them all  with additional, 
sparkling...

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Children came up missing but it never concerned her before. 
Two days after her son vanished, her feelings were churning 
Her world crashed when she realized he was not returning
She had not paid attention when...

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While toiling and muttering
Ranting and sputtering
As I did battle with my shirt
At the ironing board this morning
I reflected:

Wrinkles on ones face are
Inevitable
Unless one is Dorian Gray
Or can Botox them away

Wrinkles on ones clothes
Can be ironed...

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             * A Star Danced*


So ebony soft is indeed this night.
However, only to be lit by a dancing star.
I watched with profound amazement,
At all the ballet moves it knew...

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A PS Member Died Today


No, not a trophy winner,
Nor a contest production diva!
She was Madelyn McCay.
Who with the Lord, this night will 
have dinner.

She had been fighting cancer for 
over two years.
And not once did...

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               Dedication to a Lost Poet




It is a beaming,summers' Spring. 
And you lie in nature's sweet earth, 
under robins’ wings.
Beneath...

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A Winter Night’s Dream

?
Come on, grab your coat and
ice skates!
The moon is out and our friends are
at the lake.
The trees icy sparkle from the moonlight above.
A winter night brimming with the
warmth of God’s love.

These are...

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