My husband's poetry

Category: childhood

  • Clover

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    clover blossoms fresh picked flower necklaces childhood memories searching for four leaf clover honey bees and bare feet momma pull the stinger out 4-17-22

  • The culvert

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    We followed a stream through a wooded ravine that ended at the mouth of a large culvert in a hill Inside, we walked ankle deep in water and stopped stooped over in half light staring into a deep pool You picked up a stone threw it in and waited to hear it hit bottom; our…

  • Waking

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    …you are a tuning fork, a singing bowl, strings pulled taut over hollowed wood, a wind chime in your mother’s open kitchen window waiting for the morning breeze. 3-20-22

  • paper airplanes

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    I used to covet paper to fold into a perfect plane bend its wing to the warm air Try to sneak mom’s good paper outside onto the porch without her seeing Reams of paper at my disposal to fold and toss into the wind and I forgot how to dream 3-7-22

  • CVA dreamscape

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    Since my stroke in September, meds meant to save me are jealous of my dreams. They no longer allow me to walk old neighborhoods hear singing in the park or voyage on rocket ships among the stars. I dreamed I heard a man beating his sons. They were screaming, begging him to stop and I…

  • Benevolence

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    You gave at home, in church, on the playground, at team practice and in fights after school. You gave in the backseat, at the office, the drunken party and for a worthy cause. You stole kisses, hearts and candy. You stole time, again and again and again. You threw it away. You disbelieved. You tried…

  • Insomnia #67

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    You wake from a dream unable to sleep Tell yourself that after you die You don’t want to stumble in the dark or get lost between worlds So you will leave a light on at the earth end of the tunnel And then you realize Mom and Dad will be upset You left the light…

  • Green bean casserole

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    Green bean casserole tastes of home, family holidays and traditions as old or older than you. Recipe: two cups green beans one can mushroom soup 1/2 cup condensed milk 1/2 can fried onions stir until well-mixed pour into Grandma’s old Pyrex casserole dish cook at 350 degrees for 30 minutes or until all the water…

  • pen pals

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    My two older sisters had pen pals they’d talk about when the mail came I’d steal into their room to read the letters and pretend they were my friends I wanted a pen pal but was afraid no one would want to be my friend if they knew I had a speech impediment, hummed constantly…

  • Berry picker

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    Wet winter walk Sunny spring remembrance Berries thick upon the bush Pick the easiest to gather Eat the plump and ripest ones When the easy harvest is done Reach among the thorns For the tart, the tiny, almost ripe Grateful for a hint of sweetness Held in bloodied hand 12-30-21