Growing Up with Poetry on the Walls

Growing up, there was Scripture, prose and poems around the house, things that helped mold me into the person I am today. I read and re-read these lines and began enjoying rhymes at an early age.

Nostalgic

Thinking about lakes and fly fishing somedays Remembering snow-capped mountains Her Colorado land-escapes. Thinking about baseball caps And work worn hands of my grandfather Who saw much and said little In a memory scrubbed haze Thinking about freshly cut tree globes That gargoyled the other kin’s back on California Sundays A hastily packed suitcase full…

Children

They are Of laughter Of smiles Of idle dismissals and warring for property rights They are ever mining in curiosity They are ever needing food, needing care They are giving hugs and needing hugs and reaching reaching They are rage, tears and screams in a moment. They underslept and overenergized They are a merrygoround of…