Category: grandkids
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Deep blue coffee cup
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
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migrations
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…
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Intercoastal waterway
above reedy channel birds soar eagle, pelican, gull egret and heron stalk on stilts silver mullet hooked through head cast again and again and again hope bigger fish will take bait at the dock flounder, red and black drum sit on ice Captain Curtis hands you fresh fillets feeds remains to birds and fish leave…
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June sweat
By the mailbox, with a little sweat, a mattock and shovel, my grandson and I put three steps in the hillside. Why it took four years to start a project that took four hours I don’t know. I look around to see what project to start next and tell myself there is no rush, because…
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Waking From Dreaming with a Stream of Consciousness Prose Poem Stuck in My Head that I Scribbled Down in the Dark on a Notebook I Keep on a Table by the Bed for Those Nights When I Wake with a Stream of Consciousness Prose Poem Stuck in My Head
Yesterday, I ate the last garlic stuffed olive in the jar and wondered if they make some mixed drink with garlic stuffed olives, but it sounds gross, but I don’t drink alcohol and maybe it would make a great martini and I think back to summers, as a kid and my sisters and I would…
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grandson haiku
young boy up at dawnbaits hook, sips hot chocolateold crow sits quiet 3-19-20 **title from wife
My husband's poetry 