These things I remember – etched in my memory…If we have no memories – what are we? / How do we remember a day, a moment or a time? / A love found, a love lost – if we have no memories ...
Frank…The Inspiration for my courage to write poetry
It Was Enough…Gramps’ faded and worn-thin bib overalls / Handkerchief in his pocket / Farmers tan across his forehead / Baby white skin above / Worked sun …
That First Kiss…That First Kiss / ...
The Old Grouch…The old man was a stickler about people working hard and doing things the right way the first time with no excused mistakes.
Not any old iron ~ it's a sad iron…Tuesday was usually set aside for ironing, a chore that took all day and was nearly as tiring as washing.
That First Kiss …That First Kiss / ...
The Sadness in My Mother’s Eyes…She spent most of her life alone with three children.
Who's Rosy Now?…Amazing the way style goes around! I wonder if the next gen of kids want everything neat as a pin & no second hand clothes again!
Anomalies of Nature…As we struggle to come to terms / With how it all began
Daddy's Girl…I told Daddy that all I wanted was a new bike. It was silly because I knew that again I’d get some of Mary’s old clothes.
Travelling with foot-in-mouth disease…I was in Cambodia in 2006 touring the temples of Angkor. My guide Ree, was staring at me with a look of utter horror on his face. I was s…
