My Grandmother’s heartSo full of life, wisdom, powerHelping her family, community, herselfLive better, push past barriers, honor connectionsEncouraging engagement, hope, and fullnessMy Grandmother’s heartSo full, wise, and powerfulFlows into our present time To reach and teach meHow to live a meaningful life

I wish I were you, the flower vasesaid to the door stop. You have an immediate function, no doubt about it, while I have to wait and see if anyone will use me for what I’m meant to do.You are used daily – sometimes hourly – and you must feel important to have such a…

As I wander through the groveGreen leaves shine on every treeHobbit, Gollum, and Skinny Fingers jade stand tall Montrose and Prickly Pear cacti stretch their arms wideUp hops a grasshopperTwo or three lizards lounge nearby I half-expect to see a leprechaun pop up with a shamrock in handPeter Pan fly by in his green garb…

The bentwood rocker is brown with ageIts thin wooden arms where human arms have rested is lighter than the rest of the wood. The back has five wooden rungsThe seat is woven rushThe chair is sturdy enough to hold a grown manBut more comfortable for a small womanThe rockers have just the right amount of…

Today, the prompt for my poetry challenge was to write a rhyming poem. Here is my offering. Today, I rest by a gurgling brookpleased to discover a moss-covered nookI breathe in the air so crisp and clean happy to be enveloped in a sea of greenIn the water, I hear a swishsoon I spy a…

Below is my humble attempt to answer today’s poetry prompt: Write a tall tale. After Steven King’s mother, a fallen fairy, got mixed up with a rambling warlock, Steven came into the world with a pair of oversized fairy wings. These enable him to travel to both light and very dark places. While still a…

Sitting at the kitchen tableMy coffee cup in handI find myself musingAbout the nature of manNot man, the male of our speciesBut man – short for humanMy coffee is cream-coloredBut originally was blackLike our African forebears, the origin of our kindThen other colors came about, each equally unique Until those with the most possessionsDecided their…

The quote, “Strange Tooth in a pie. Purchaser Indignant”Came from the Washington Times, July 6, 1907I think we’d all like to think that an unsavory discoverylike a “strange tooth” appearing in foodis relegated to the distant pastwhen sanitation and health department standardswere not as high as todayUnfortunately, just a few years backTwo friends of ours…

Lying here in bed,I can hear your rhythmic ribbitsRight now, there’s only one of youBut I know you have friends nearbyI can hear their serenade as I walk in the evening.Water is key to your presenceAnd I’m grateful for the rain That has enabled you to join usIn drought years, I miss your songBut not…

We met that day when you rang our doorbelland asked if we neededsomeone to mow our lawn.You, an older Mexican man, fifty-fiveAnd me, a mother in my late thirties.Who knew then you and your nephews would work for us for fifteen years?Doing our lawn every other weekScraping and painting our houseWorking inside on room after…