Heaven
Heaven is the place …
Where the harp string never breaks in the middle of the concert;
Where clumsy fingers never strike the wrong chord;
Where we can walk barefoot and our feet never stumble, step on a thorn, or stub a toe;
Ode For Furball
Lost: Gray cat with brown collar.
Answers to “Cat.” May answer to “Furball.”
(Depending on his mood)
It Would Be So Easy
Parenting is tough. Even when you don't have the answers, you have to pretend that you do.
Four Seasons
Well-seasoned poetry?
Encounter With a Shadow
A poetic reflection on time and shadow.
As the sun shone bright behind me
The girl that I had been
Appeared in slender shadow
As I walked westward home.