3-25-24
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years