Between the rails of the garden fence Leaves have lodged to peaceful sleep The winter through, quiet, waiting, For spring rain and warm sun To replace them on the branches overhead And grant them leave to Return to the soil.
Mums make me recall Cold nights and stadium lights Lettered sweaters and Concession stand hot-dogs With Coco-Cola. Mums remind me of homecoming, Of scoreboards flashing Home versus Visitors, Of the Star-Spangled Banner Sung by Betty Sue White One look at a mum and I see N.H.S. in silver glitter. One look and I hear voices cheering A […]
Now I am Grandma. Starting into my sixty-first year, I am still my Mama’s child. These pieces of simple life Cornhusk dolls One a bride in green, One an angel in blue, One a girl wearing a dress with puffed sleeves Speak to my little girl inside That I will never be too old Never […]