Poetry

Merry Christmas, Then

We put up new curtains–tablecloths, as well.

We changed cushion covers; the house started to smell

Of new things, including the linoleum.

As cakes baked in the oven, Mom started to hum.

Thanksgiving

THANKSGIVING Lord, we thank You for this day.Help us not to forget to pray.Thank You for this humble spreadAnd for our daily bread.Thank You for our family.Lord, they mean so

My Mother lives in Africa.She walks over gold, diamonds,platinum, cobalt,uranium, chromium,and softer goods likerubber, cocoa, and roses. We know what it’s like to be thirsty.We know what it’s like to be hungry.We

Debt Lover

Put a credit card in her handAnd she starts to lick her lipsWatch her eyes begin to bulgeAs she flicks her fingertips For she knows that she is itchingTo connect

War

WAR It results in lose-lose situationsThat are felt throughout all the nations.It causes ideologies to live in headsAnd makes strangers of people and their bedsInnocents are refugees, all in a

Virtue

Virtue Virtue was chased down the avenue, Her garments billowing in the wind; Soft ankles could be seen. Her eyes reflected puzzled shock, As hard she sought to cover Her frightened face

I Am as Young as I Feel Like

I Am As Young As I Feel Like When I was eightyI was a spring chicken.Floated on air,Danced in my kitchen. When I was ninetyI thought it was time toStop