Baseball games at City Park Kent and I rode the squawky swingsWhile Dad played outfieldThe lights came on round the fieldJune bugs flew to the glowWe tired of swingsWished for a hot dog,Or a bottle of Orange CrushDad handed us dimes over the fenceNot much happened in the gameSeemed to me, but Dad loved The smell of his... Continue Reading →

Heart-shaped pillows toasted Cinnamon brownFill the air with musicbefore drifting to the ground.Inside each folded valentine Like an oyster curls,Nestling seedsLike shining jet black pearls.

Dear Mama,I see you brown-haired, bright-eyed, full of strength and energy. I see you serving dinner to people around a big table. I see you working in the garden, then in the kitchen canning tomatoes, peaches, green beans, applesauce. I see you leading teens in a story-telling game around a campfire. I see you at... Continue Reading →