Tag Archives: Poetry

To Win Some

10 Sep

“I don’t normally introduce myself to strangers”, I said shyly.

“I’m no stranger, I am here every day” he quipped in a soft voice.

I sat down next to him, and feeling bold with nothing to loose I just blurted.

“I think your beautiful, I really would love to take your picture”

“I think you are mistaken” he replied with a smile.

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However he smiled like he has heard this before. “What will you do with a photo of me?” he asked.

I might study it some more. I think I might grow up to be an artist.


“That might be alright then, but I hope I don’t break that camera of yours.”

We talked then, of the city and growing up and then old.

We agreed that we all win some and loose some. “mostly I have lost some” he said with distance in his eye.

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I hope today we both won something. I feel richer by having the courage to stop, not just pass by.


Tomatoes and Onions

9 Sep

Perhaps my new WordPress friends remember when I said that I am a horrible gardener.

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That is why I spent the summer foraging.

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The truth is this:
My family planted the garden

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…and allowed me to weed and water it

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We all feel this beautiful sense of pride and ownership.

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Do all gardeners feel this great at the end of a summer?

To Study Our Daughters

8 Sep

To look at them as through a glass darkly
They show us some things
Not like before
When we heard and saw everything
Because they believed that we knew everything
Had all the solutions

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They believe the trail was blazed by mothers long ago
That we already know the way

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Now that she is far from me
I lead her by shadows and suggestions
Pray for her peace
Long to hold her again

To Study Our Daughters

4 Sep

To study my daughter is to see myself more clearly.

I rode that same tractor as a child

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Ran from it and all that it represented


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And now I am back home

To nurture her in the same nest

Under the same sun

Tapping into the same roots

To stand back and watch her grow

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In awe

Today Is Only A Shadow Of Tommrow

27 Aug

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Children are the living messages we send to a time we will not see. ~Neil Postman, The Disappearance of Childhood (introduction), 1982

Craving Attention

24 Aug


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o.k. Stop texting and talk to me please.

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Mom. I don’t text all the time.

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I am on Google.

Sunday Morning Musings Over Coffee

14 Jul

The second year in a row that radishes failed to grow in this spot. What a beautiful reminder that our failures are BEAUTIFUL.

This the second year in a row I tried to grow some radishes. Who doesn’t like those little bits of sassy root fresh out of the garden with a little bit of salt for a snack? Much to my dismay, the last two years, in two different pots even mind you, that my radishes didn’t grow. By that I mean that they didn’t grow the raddish part. No bulb. No sassy little nibble for the kids and I to harvest on a summer’s evening and snack on while watching fire flies dance over the corn fields.

I almost let my frustration get the best of me.


While out playing with my camera and cleaning up the gardens a bit this week I had to stop for another lesson from mother nature.

Life is beautiful.

Life is beautiful when it all goes wrong.

Life is beautiful when we don’t get what we want from it.

And life is most beautiful when we stop to look closely and appreciate what it has to offer.

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