Luscious lemon squares
Decadent dark chocolate
Don’t get me started
Warm salty pretzels
Guacamole I yearn for
White wine and dark beer
Strawberries and grapes
Swiss cheese, feta or cheddar
Tasty together
Now about dinner
Must admit I’ve no room left
I filled up on snacks
This morning I ironed
Set up the old ironing board
Metal and sturdy
Hardly worse for wear
Dependable companion
Since I was a bride
Those days behind me
Now white-haired, bent with aging
I appear different
Shape of old woman
Listener, story teller
Beloved grandmother
Yet deep within me
Abides all I ever was
Gifted at my birth
Living in the now
Time of mind and memory
Not how clock tells time
Moment sweet to breathe
Feel the heartbeat of the earth
Sense deep wells within
This is nature’s gift
Peace, tranquility abide
Feathered hope also.
My AC is broken, not cycling cool air
On this monstrously hot day
Sweat doesn’t cool but reminds me
I’ve a talent to reclaim
Long hot southern summers
With no air conditioning.
A back yard with pecan trees
Taught me how to catch breezes.
I sat by a window not moving a muscle
Getting lost in book-reading
Words were my magic carpet
Fanning air as it flew.
Today by my window
Oak tree leaves transport me
A slight wind brings coolness
Settling round my feet.
Warm sun-dappled leaves
Wind-rippled set to dancing
Pale lazy blue sky
Seasonal setting
Telling tale going nowhere
I long to be young
Memory is an inexplicable thing
Grandson’s high school graduation the scene
Present tense gave way when the music began
Magnet of past time
Drew me back through the years
Feelings surged from an abyss
Formerly unknown.
In grade school I was taught
The Pledge of Allegiance and Star Spangled Banner
Instilling within me love of my country
Now bursting like stars while we sang
And we pledged hand over heart
At the high school graduation
A deep sadness welled up.
Once taken for granted
Could we possibly lose
Old glories, good virtues
Respect and forbearance
Kindness, equality, justice and love?
I pray for a future beyond present tense
Safe for all the world’s children.
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