Tag: poetry

Grandma’s box of clippings

When I’m missing grandma and want to feel her presence, I open her box of clippings for a glimpse of her heart. Among the booklets of prayer, meditation, poetry, and inspiration, I hear her through words of encouragement, relevant words. Thoughts, found in a tiny book of poems, is one of my favorites. THOUGHTS by…

Great grandma Bertha

I’ve hit a brick wall. I’ve been poking around on my father’s side, curious about the Kansas line, but one ancestor has me befuddled. I decided that if I introduced her here, to you, it might clear the fog and jump start my gray matter. Grab a maple bar and settle in…this one’s a bit…

If eyes were made for seeing

On Being Asked Whence Is the Flower ~May 1834   It isn’t May, and these aren’t rhodies, but they are beautiful. I had to share. Enjoy! The rest of the poem is at the end.   This is where we sit each night, to regroup, share a meal, and always a few laughs. This is…

Star Bright

STARS by Sybil Leonard Armes I saw a canopy of stars, Splashed on a velvet sky, Like crystal beads upon a dress, In sparkling clusters lie. I read this secret in the night, Upon the moon’s pale face, God uses stars as diamond pins, To hold the sky in place. Today marks the one year…

A Horse of Another Color

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” Maya Angelou Think about that. Has there been a time in your life when something catastrophic happened forcing you to make a major life decision, and you found yourself in a new situation with new people, yet, you revealed nothing? On advice of…

I. Am.

I. Am. you think i need you. how dare i disagree. your smugness permeates the air when i speak. such grand, faux hauteur! you say i don’t matter; you yearn to shut me up. our eyes lock; my tenacity shatters your self-imposed, superior vantage. you squirm that i see beyond the facade of your fragile,…