• Mourning Water

    Mourning Water

    When mourning came and I arose,I did beat down but steadyCame, upon a bridge of destruction and fear,One to abide or be feared.I rose above the cindered blocks,I felt the pain; take me away!I returned to find a peaceful sigh,The new was here and was to stay.My journey long and endless road,Of bumpy rocks, and […]

  • Goodbye, My Childhood Home

    Goodbye, My Childhood Home

     My dad, 84, is moving to a 2-bedroom condo after living in my childhood home of 52 years. The movers come tomorrow, pick up his packed belongings that have been living in his house, and deposit them in a space 10 times smaller than where they came from. In my mind, I can walk through […]