Tag: Sentimental

A Veterans Day poem They leave without fanfare,packing pieces of themselves in duffel bags,donning courage like an old coat,that few could wear as well as them. Faded memories of home,are carried in their heartsover the land and the sea,        through heat and the cold,        through the thunderous cacophony of…

i know more than they think i doand i dont need their adviceif only my parents would listenand just leave me alone for a second        or a day or a week they are busy doing adult thingslike paying the bills and doing my laundrybuying my food and telling me i have to…

My children, who are rapidly becoming not-children,Are both growing in ways I could never imagine,But traveling paths that I predicted from the moment I wasConvinced that I would have kids of my own. They are products of their parents, which is a blessing and a curse.They are funny and kind, but insular and too smart…

Grammy is Montpelier.She is New Hampshire,Fairgrounds Road,And the Yellow House. She is Plymouth history.She is library books,Old photos,And farm antiques. She is fancy dishes,She is spilled milk towels,Reused foil,And paper napkins. Grammy is summer time,She is river picnics,Moonie swimming,And weeded flowers. She is outside work.She is wispy windrows,Stacked up bales,And Baker rinsing. She is tilled…

Dry cut grassWindrowsClunk of the balerThe smell of dustPrickly armsHaphazard rows of balesStacked just soFilling the barnFamilyWorkSweatFriendsRiver