My husband's poetry

Category: Family

  • Eggs benedict with chorizo on the side

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    Chilly Mother’s Day, rock and roll elevator music overhead played bad. Traffic on the street honks off beat. Everyone needs a job, and the musician’s union pays well. Honeysuckle in the planter, sparrows scavenge breadcrumbs at my feet, dog dish begs water by a bench while families gather outside a restaurant waiting for a text…

  • The fighter

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    This morning, I talked with a cousin fighting For his life with pancreatic cancer in Indiana. Always upbeat, he told me that last week His doctor told him it had spread to his liver and lungs, But they can cut those out and if chemo treatments number 21-24 don’t work, He might get accepted in…

  • mysteries of the deep

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    last night you dreamed mysteries of the deep the wheeling of stars across the sky the peace of waves breaking on the shore woke you you thought for a moment you should ask your partner to rollover and stop snoring but decided you prefer the peaceful crashing of the sea and fell back to dreaming…

  • Why is Floyd pink?

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    You dreamed about the ‘Dark Side of the Moon’ and remembered how you wanted to know why Floyd was pink and you thought who cares about the dark side of the moon if you can’t see it and you remembered how you hid dirty clothes under your bed because your mother didn’t want to see…

  • the vanity of underachieving

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    Send me 21st century Proverb to hang my hat on; push me to do more My adolescent self found Ecclesiastes and I have been too lazy to go beyond “Vanity of vanities; all is vanity” I have two decades left and need to make up for 70 years of underachieving So send me a 21st…

  • Thread

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    Because we didn’t have money to throw away, mom would use pieces of thread to sew shut holes in our storm door screen and keep the flies and skeeters outside Because I don’t have memories to throw away, I will find pieces of thread to sew shut holes in our back porch screen and keep…

  • larva

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    Excuse me, I fantasize I saw your mother Before Autumn’s Killing frost Perched high up On a bush Warming herself In early morning light Unfolding her wings …to soar 7-27-22 from my morning walking meditation and thinking of the attack on women’s rights

  • migrations

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    The geese have been gone two weeks now Only the heron and turtles remain. Our grandson and his girl friend fly home to Indiana Saturday. Our quiet routine returns until next summer. We miss the solitude of loneliness And the noise and bustle of family, But if we must choose between the two We will…

  • Momma said

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    Momma said, Take your shoes off on the back porch, I just mopped the floor. Leave you muddy clothes out there, too and keep your dirty hands off my clean wall. Momma said, Come eat, clear your plate before TV, quit picking on your sisters or I’ll beat knots on your head. Momma said, It’s…

  • Deep blue coffee cup

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    Dawn in the park Deep blue coffee cup You can’t remember Which grandchild gifted the cup And that’s okay Because you imagine each one 9-13-22