Snuggled with my boyfriend on the glideron our screened-in porch Warm skin, sweet kissesplayfulness shifted to heavy breathing A shadow through the French door’s panemy father’s slow walk and loud cough Instant rearrangementclothes, positions When the door openedwe sat in the dark, holding hands “Hello, Daddy,” I said.

Blond-haired Ethan is busy at threeHe’s sweet, then bossy, then tearyHe has a mind of his own and wants to be freeBlond-haired Ethan is busy at threeHe runs like a deer, then scrapes his kneeHe goes from happy to mad to wearyBlond-haired Ethan is busy at threeHe’s sweet, then bossy, then teary

Gustsrain’s heraldwind chime ringerleaf and limb jostlersquall

We had a family celebration at the orange grove for both Ron and Rachael, who had birthdays on April 17th and 18th. Ron turned 39, and Rachael turned 35. This was baby Milo’s first big outing, and his mom and dad wrote tonight that he may have to sleep for two solid days to recover….

Today, my son-in-law Ron turns thirty-nineHe’s loving, patient, and smartTomatoes, squash, and peppers, he harvests from the vineToday, my son-in-law Ron turns thirty-nineHe loves to cook, his food’s divineHe lives his life with a wide open heart  Today, my son-in-law Ron turns thirty-nineHe’s loving, patient, and smart

I am practicing with this tough form of poetry. With the guidance of Chat GPT, I am learning how to write one of these. Chat does not write it. I ask, “Help me with the process, step by step.” Here’s my effort. I am in learning mode. Beyond My Door There is such suffering beyond…

I sit alone in the orange grovePeace and warmth surround meThis place is a sheltered coveI sit alone in the orange groveAllowing my mind to freely roveWind chimes tinkle in a nearby treeI sit alone in the orange grovePeace and warmth surround me

Lovearms opendeep soul connectionheart filled with understandingtrust

“Here, Memaw, have a little bit of the blanket, it’s chilly.”“Look at that cloud, Memaw. Isn’t it beautiful?”“Mama, could you pick some oranges and make juice for me, Memaw, and Papa?”“I love it here, Memaw. Don’t you?”“Yes, baby, I do.” Mark this as one of my favorite days in my entire life.Add that over the…

Vesselopen, waitingready to receivefreely giving what is giveninstrument