Sea Glass

Let me be like sea glass Shattered free from what once made me whole Let me be broken open without fear and fuss Adrift from all I once called mine. Trusting the ancient buoyancy of salt water Surrendering to waves and rocks grinding at my edges Let me lie hidden until serenely polished To keep…

They Don’t Need Valentine’s Day

Years ago my husband and I were quite poor in money but abundantly rich in dreams, hope and love. That year we exchanged simple boxes of Cracker Jacks for Valentine’s Day. Of all the Valentine’s Days that have come and gone since then, it is the one I remember most fondly.

I Am Dry

A poem about finding the calm within oneself regardless of the weather swirling around you.

Jar of Stones

I remember hearing a story about a monkey who came across a glass jar full of colorful stones.  Being a curious monkey she reached in to take some.  With her hand inside the jar she realized she wanted more than one stone so she filled her fingers with all she could hold.  When she tried…

These Hands

These hands with veins like aged snakes and wrinkles gray are getting old But once these hands were small and smooth and held a father’s hand. These hands have blocked the blows of man and faith that tried to confine. But the vastness in these hands cannot be caged. These hands have let go until…