Got up this morning
Blissfully blank calendar
By day’s end brim full
Haiku: Puzzlement
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Plant – Mates
Some people live
With family or roommates
And/or their beloved pets
Some live alone
With or without pets
I live with house plants
The seven that accompanied
My move to Cleveland
Now number nineteen
A few died of old age
Some multiplied themselves
Forming new generations
Plants are good company
Let me know of their needs
For water and sunlight
Then respond to my nurture
I love their quietness
Their elegant beauty
Uncertain Poetry
Sometimes poetry seems to defy
Difficult moments of everyday life
Times can be raw and hard to express
Days I keep things close to my chest
Daughter-in-law tomorrow set to begin
Long months of chemo to battle breast cancer
Son and grandchildren holding up well
Support from neighbors a loving bulwark
Family draws close at tenuous time
Grateful for many who help share the load
Love, prayer and food provide nourishment
Hope for the future sustains us all
Love in a Small Package
A little boy, five years old
Part of church on Sunday morning
In the circling of people
Passing peace to one another
Dutifully but unconcerned
He puts up with us
Today like other Sundays
He accompanied his mother
Sitting quietly in a pew
However unlike other Sundays
Prayers were offered for his father
And recovery from a stroke
In the passing of the peace
I offered sympathy and hope
To the mother and her son
He smiled and reached out for my hand
As if to say he always knew
That love was passed with peace
Goodness At the Grocery Store
Nourishment in many forms
Stories appear that please my soul
Kindness offered without charge
At my local grocery store
Monday specials called to me
I headed out with handy walker
Whose compartment’s storage space
Has room for Lean Cuisine
Six-box limit I well know
And how to pack groceries myself
I skillfully rearrange my food
After checking out
The bagger that day newly hired
Packing while I paid my bill
Had ideas of his own
Of just how things should go
When I stopped to do my thing
Repacking groceries properly
I saw amazed his handiwork
Surely had done the job for me
It was too late to go back
To thank this wonderful young man
I hope he felt the joy I found
Exchanged in his creative gift
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