Father Memory my dad used to twist the edge of his moustachefinger tips rolling thick black hair between them in the same way I rubbed two pieces of silkybaby-blanket material between my fingers the effect was calming, steadying, a pullingfocus past fears of fire and famine and failure the baby blanket went missing decades agoand… Continue reading POEM A DAY – July 28
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POEM A DAY – June 15 (third time’s a charm?!)
I don't know what was happening with the other posts! The image of the poem with the photo keeps cutting out. Last try. I promise! Grad Days On the bed, I gather my daughter under my armI open to the journal entry I wrote about finishing high schoolShe reads it out loud, stumbling on my… Continue reading POEM A DAY – June 15 (third time’s a charm?!)
