Poem: Barbara

She sought dreams, deferred

for children as they grew,

moved through early time

and space as if she never knew

that days could come and time

could go and dreams slip far away

her purpose came in rituals

for veterans where they play

at watering hole for memories

when soldiers' lives turn gray

and her own youth, she would recall

she also served, and then 

uniform turned wedding gown

and girlish dreams again

for mother's many stories

lost their lives in daily grind

stories birthed for children's dreams

no longer in her mind

 and mariner's deadly aim

of albatross and kubla khan

became our nightly game

her dreams oft never manifest,

though love she had was true

followed from ten thousand lakes

from sea to ocean blue

to end her dreams in desert nights

and winter's midday sun

with stories tucked inside her heart

for a new life soon begun

 (c)13 May 18 Mother's Day

Poem: she sips tea

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she sips tea
from a cup
cracked with time
a chalice
imbued with memories
and prophecies
an ancient elixir,
she sips, and recalls
grandmother's
grandmothers,
each generation
a link to the other
contemplating the children,
recalling the wonder in their
every new experience
grown now, poured out
into a world of mystery
and fear
she sips tea
finger raised, ignores
the cracks and
imagines life as if
it were whole

(c) 5.6.18

Poem: Cygnets

It is the rhythm,
This sense of

Separation, this loss
Breath held,
Forgetting to inhale

A life in
Syncopation

Time stopped, hanging
On memories faded
Without them

What reason to exhale?

Hear the metronome
Accept the new beat
It’s a new verse

It is the rhythm
This sense of
Expectation

© 7 May 2014