This is a “trunk” poem, I wrote it when I was about 14 or 15.
The Christmas season has arrived,
I am so happy to share
the giving of my heart to you
because I know you care.
You make the season better
with warmth and such goodwill,
that even the star on the Christmas tree
is shining brighter still.
May your Christmases be merry ones,
may the days bring life anew,
and all the hopes you’ve ever had
~ Are my Christmas wish for you ~
(Napkin, Tonsils, Watermelon)
It was the day before Thanksgiving and the turkey rolled out of the oven. Juice splashed everywhere but Mary caught the frisky bird and got it back into the pan.
“Turkey not done yet Mama?” Daddy called from his recliner.
“Very funny!” She hollered back, and then a few minutes later, “Okay, wash up for dinner and then everyone into the kitchen to say grace!” Mary walked through the living room, shaking Daddy’s big toe and went through the bedrooms in the back. “Kathy, you and your fella come on out here and eat.” As 16-yr old Kathy followed her boyfriend out of the bedroom Mary whispered in her ear. “He’s a cutie!”
Kathy blushed and walked away, hand over her eyes. “Mo-om!” Read the rest of this entry
Bojangles, Vineyard, Jackalope
Carl and Martha Dubois were sitting on the porch one summer morning. Eighty year old Martha was doing a crossword puzzle from the paper, eighty-one year old Carl was reading the sports section.
“Carl.” She had a distinct northern accent, and sounded a lot like Katharine Hepburn in “On Golden Pond.”
“Hmm?” He absently waved at a fly. Read the rest of this entry
Zinfandel, Couple, Owl
He sees her and time stops. Unconsciously he preens, puffing up his chest, as young men everywhere will do. She is lovely, bright and showy, done up with red and white. She’s hard to miss. He reacts immediately and is quick to go to her side. They meet for the first time in a meadow on Martha‘s Vineyard and their spring romance is a sweet one. Read the rest of this entry
As published in “The Valdosta Magazine” in the Summer 2010 issue.
Do you remember Grandma’s farm? My Grandma’s farm was in Echols County, Georgia in an area known as Mayday, and it was a wonder. Watching a black-widow in the burn barrel out in the back field. Picking up snake skins out of the tall golden grass, counting the rattles and then checking all over because he might still be around. Memories of the farm. Read the rest of this entry
Birds, Waffles, Shenanigans
She sits at the kitchen table, almost nine o’clock at night, listening to her 16 yr. old daughter and her boyfriend giggle while they wrestle in the other room. The bedroom door is open, they are just playing, and she could hear them talking and laughing all the while. No shenanigans are being attempted tonight. Just two kids having fun with each other. The television is off, no music either. Just two kids. It makes her remember what it was like, that young love. Read the rest of this entry
flamingo, knight, loupe
Carolina Hayes pulled her feathered, electrified and bedazzled headdress off and put it on a shelf in the back of the dressing room. Jessica Martin and Arlene Treanor were nearby, doing the same. They all sat and took off their strappy sandals with the 4 inch heels Read the rest of this entry