Tag Archive: growing up


Oma

Oma

My grandmother died of pneumonia.

In nineteen fifty three

I was seven

I hardly remember her.

So long ago

yet

I still feel her love.

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Cookie, Book and She.

Cookie, Book and She.
There is a child in my life, yours too.
Her path into the future’s clock,
grafted by so many hands.
Fragile beyond belief.
Cookie, book and she.
Life’s starting gate.
Get ready,
get set.
Go.

Boy

Boy

Promise of future in our classrooms

Hope and it’s promise in the seats

One wanted to jump not sit

“Fix this” the teacher said,

“Doctor help this child”

He took the pill

Sat so still

Promise

Gone