
What do I wish for
my daughter
on her eleventh
birthday? Continue reading

What do I wish for
my daughter
on her eleventh
birthday? Continue reading

When the anesthesia mask is tightened,
I won’t think of scalpels.
No, sir.
I’ll remember the way wildflowers dance,
humming with honeybees.
Yes, ma’am. Continue reading

Roses are red,
violets are blue,
it’s Valentine Friday
so yippee and WAH-HOOOO!
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In the faraway summer,
wishes took flight. Wishes of
healing, happiness, and light.
And peace, joy, and plenty for all,
whether busy as bees.
Or lonely and small. Continue reading

daydreams of flying,
white wings, soaring, gliding
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As leaves drop
and flowers fade,
summer lingers in
memories made.
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Looking long
at another’s days —
so different,
and free.
But is the other
discontented —
looking with longing
at me?
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reminded of my size
by a nearby butterfly,
trying to blend
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summer scents —
sunscreen, seashores, soft serve
and bursting blooms
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Pausing to puzzle
as summer slides into autumn
like a melted popsicle —
where do the days
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Texture of stone,
leaf and stem —
each vivid color,
a priceless gem.
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a friend by your side,
a chat, a smile, a shoulder,
sipping and sharing
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