My husband's poetry

Category: holidays

  • Waiting for an epiphany

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    Between two lamp posts Santa and Frosty smile and wave One tin soldier stands guard None of them will abandon their post None of us will invite them in Tell them it’s okay They’ve done enough Until next year 1-18-26

  • Family Gatherings

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    poem written to the prompt ‘muted’ ================================ silent dawn, damp wind birds huddle on power lines quiet prayers, solitary walk drive under grey skies pull up in front of house greetings at the door pictures hung on pastel walls missing laughter and corny jokes muted ghosts in empty halls remind us you’re not here 10-27-25

  • Don’t overeat

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    tomorrow is Thanksgiving I am thankful – just not the usual way no false narrative of kind Pilgrims and happy contented Indians our two daughters are gathering in Raleigh my siblings, nieces and nephews and an old aunt or two are gathering in my Indiana home ground I wish we could teleport instantaneously between locations,…

  • The Day After Christmas

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    ‘The Day After Christmas’ or ‘Keep Your Damn Reindeer Off My Roof’ On the day after Christmas our son-in-law, Jean, gets up early for work, Jasmine packs and drives back to Atlanta, Carol, Leah and our granddaughter, Naylah, return gifts of wrong sizes and spend gift cards on shoes, the chickens are fed and snug…

  • Thanksgiving leftovers

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    The house is asleep you go downstairs, make fresh coffee, check your fantasy football lineup. From the window you watch chickens stir in their coop and wait for the rest of the house to wake before you go back upstairs, to pack for leaving and hope you will be able to leave before the post-Thanksgiving…

  • Fourth of July

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    Hot summer, childhood days Wetting a worm Watching a bobber Dance in the sun Believing today is the day You’ll catch the monster fish Every boy knows it’s there Lurking in a deep hole Too smart to bite the hook Too strong to be held by a thin line Laughing at their belief In a…

  • The day before

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    Today is the day before The first day of revelation’s festival, The day before the flood, The day before roses found their purpose, The day nightingales gathered to Sing of Ancient Beauty in the moonlight. The day before paradise’s garden reappeared. Tomorrow, I will not go to the gym. And will focus on the purpose…

  • Mother’s lilies

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    Do the lilies still rise up from cold ground by Easter Sunday Mother would marvel at their white gowns moving with the wind. Blossoms on long stems gold dust falling from stamens onto petal lips? 4-9-23

  • Good Friday

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    I dreamed sugar sweet pink Peeps lined the road to the Supreme Court, waved palm fronds and sang Hosannas. Redneck, washed up Nashville musicians played three part, off key harmony and got drunk on cheap beer. Chocolate bunnies masquerading as chickens in drag scattered colored eggs for Eostre upon the state house lawn, because it…