My husband's poetry

Category: Family

  • 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

  • The handkerchief

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    Dad pulled it from his left back pocket folded to a dry spot and said, “Blow” It grossed me out one small square of cloth for all my siblings lined up in a pew To save my dignity I carried my own handkerchief quit sniffling in church or using my sleeve Sixty years on, I…

  • 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…

  • On my sister’s birthday

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    Trees are greening. Blue sky reflects in empty space. Pollen drifts slowly towards shore. Blue heron fishes the shallows. Brown cattails silently stand guard. Grey turtles bask in sun, unconcerned with anything, except staying warm. 3-8-23

  • Lenten haiku

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    sweet chorus of cheeps tree leaves Easter basket green bright jelly bean sun 3-7-23

  • haiku from our daughter’s back porch

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    squirrels twerk on fence chickens cackle good morning voyeur sun in trees 2-21-23

  • Tippy

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    When mom fell at home and broke her leg, she was moved to a rehab facility. We knew at 92 she’d never return home and suspect dad knew, too. He insisted we move them into a facility where he lived on one floor and mom on another. Their little dog, Tippy, went to live with…

  • A Double kind of negative morning

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    In the creek behind our daughter’s house greening undergrowth, hyperactive birds, tree frog choral sound track. In a distant somewhere, a fleeing train calls out it has room for one more. Me…I sit on our daughter’s patio adrift in an ambience of now not going no where 1-31-23

  • at our daughter’s house in Locust Grove, GA

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    Daffodils bloom in January, a dozen cardinals gather on the lawn. When the back door opens, take flight and chatter in the woods. Mom would like it here. Dad would like anywhere he can watch the football playoffs undisturbed and fall asleep by halftime in a comfortable chair. I wait to be happy doing what…

  • QAnon childhood inoculation

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    squinting into nightfall pink/orange on gray clouds eyelids tired of trying gum grows tasteless throw it out the window mom said, Albert, if a bird eats your gum, it will expand in their belly and explode for a silly moment I feel remorse and then tell myself I’ve never seen a bird drop from the…