this is the week i expect
sorrow to creep in and linger
like a shadow i can’t shake
Words I needed to hear so I pass them along in case you need to hear them, too..
A poem pondering legacy
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Inspired by “Biography of a Beaver” by Deborah Ruddell and Joan Rankin in their picture book “A Whiff of Pine, A Hint of Skunk – A Forest of Poems.”
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I am from around the table Where words scale the slope Playing King of the Mountain. From squishy tennis balls That spray spiraling slobber, Igniting delight and twirling tails. I am from guitar-strumming, feet-in-the-air, Gather close. You are seen. From comfy, cozy sweater, Soft… Continue Reading “I am From (#1)”
I had a black grandfather not by blood, but in all the ways that mattered. From my infancy to his death bed his gentle soul left a heartprint on mine. I learned about unity seeing my black grandfather, born 1900, and my white grandfather,… Continue Reading “Black Lives Matter in My White Life”
On September 12, 2001
I stood before my class
of confused and scared third graders
BIG CHANGES in small steps.
Like the man who bargained
from a red paper clip
to a house.
A poem in honor of the first snow day of the winter.