It’s only 6:45 a.m. You’re early today, looking back at me when I squint in the mirror above the sink, wearing that zippered robe, smearing cold cream on lips to remove your face before you put your face back on. Remember we had the same sable eyes, until one of mine faded to green—yours… Continue reading Putting on My Mother’s Face
Month: April 2019
Wish I Didn’t Know Now
“Wish I didn’t know now what I didn’t know then.” -Bob Seger, Singer/Songwriter, “Against the Wind” That our generation naively assumed that change was due, the status quo doomed. And now life ends without a boom and barely a whimper—often too soon, and in the algorithm a debt to Mother Earth, from acute neglect.… Continue reading Wish I Didn’t Know Now
The Sense of a Tree
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” William Butler Yeats How to tune our ears to hear the dialogue between trees, the language underneath the leaves, the hidden roots that grieve and breathe and speak to others living near. Or sharpen eyes to truly… Continue reading The Sense of a Tree
I Still Have Tomorrows
(Note: Poems beginning March 20, and some in April, 2019, deal with grief. Return to writings prior to March for poems of a different nature.) Springtime overwhelms me with its cheer, and, like my father, playfully teases and tries to make me smile, with those breezes in Wedgewood blue. But even though it's here … Continue reading I Still Have Tomorrows