Seashells and pinwheels
Treasures to find
Games and surprises
Jump rope with clotheslines.

Popsicles, gumdrops
Wax candy and s’mores
Go carts and treehouses
Trips down to the shore.

Where did the time go?
Time passes us by
We watch it, like rainfall
Fall down from the sky.

Can’t go back in time
We can’t change the past
Make the most of today
Make memories last.


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A cherished treasure to behold
My fortress, my domain
A cabin set back in the woods
My property to claim.

The seasons come and they go
Their beauty warms my heart
The animals that live here, too
Though close, we live apart.

I watch through the open window
As the chipmunks scamper around
The deer come by…. the bears will, too
They rarely make a sound.

The hush of snow, the falling rain
Up on the old tin roof
The warmth of love…. felt within
My life, my one sure truth.

My paradise, a small abode
Down the old dirt road
Makes me feel so fortunate
It purifies my soul.


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The ER so frightening
The needles … the probes
The questions… the tests
From your head to your toes. 

The scans and the fear
Your fate in their hands
The unanswered questions
You don’t understand.

Once they admit you
Your dignity’s gone
They come and they go
They’re there before dawn. 

When they send you home
You’re all on your own
No one to assist you
You feel so alone. 

You may feel forgotten
It’s all up to you
The new medications
The pinks and the blues. 

Confused and unsettled
There’s so many pills
No explanations
More scripts to be filled.

A ride to the drug store
You wait, next in line
You feel weak and shaky
You don’t have much time.

They don’t understand
What it’s like to be old
Dependent, confused
Exhausted and cold.

Please take me home
I need to lie down
I won’t make a fuss
I won’t make a sound.

Call me in the morning
Please check up on me
Stop over for coffee
Or a cup of hot tea.

Don’t be in a hurry
Please stay with me
As I struggle to stand
To talk or to breathe.

For your day will come
Hope someone is kind
Hope they will help
Hope they’ll find the time.



Fleeting at best
Though thoughts of you linger
Hard to recall
So hard to remember.

A song or a phrase
Your smile and that look
The coffee, the tea
And, your favorite book.

The years come and gone
The chances now lost
No love without risk
There’s always a cost.

Dignity, pride
The cards on the table
The dye had been cast
The lies, the betrayal.

The great divide
A penthouse, a garden
A drive to the country
No last chance, or pardon.

Fixed, set and due
A short lived romance
Shattered and broken
No hope, not a chance.


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A lesson in gratitude
It could have been worse
Our power’s back on
The storm has dispersed.

We take it for granted
Our safety, our home
Through danger and peril
While battered and blown.

The thundering wind
The force of such power
We prayed it would stop
Counting hour by hour.

The storm was so fierce
The waves were so high
We were so lucky
The worst passed us by.

Prayers for our neighbors
Those that survived
Grateful for those
Who are safe and alive.

No way to bring back
Those that are gone
We grieve and we mourn
While the storm has moved on.


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Batten down the hatches
Lock and close the doors
We hear you’re making landfall
Sometime just after four.

A category four or five
I pray you are a three
Please don’t make your way toward us
Please go back out to sea.

So many broken windows
So many damaged trees
Some simply crushed and mangled
We’re all scrambling to leave.

You’ll head in one direction
Then abruptly change your mind
The weathermen confused, unsure
Are guessing….half the time.

We’ve closed our roads and bridges
We prepared, knew what to do
We’ll wait it out, then come back home
In just a day or two.

By then, you will have weakened
Your bluster, just hot air
The sky will clear, the sun will shine
And you’ll be gone, long gone from here.


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Hunkering down?
Going or staying?
Settling in
Or evacuating?

There’s still time
She’s out to sea
But headed this way
Is a category three.

Windows are boarded
There‘s food and flashlights
Plenty of batteries
To get us thru the night.

12 inches of rain
They are predicting
There could be a flood
The worst they’re expecting.

A monster’s approaching
Hope we will be safe
Will do what we can
Whatever it takes.