mother and father
sit at the head
of the table
one day I suppose
they will come
to my house instead
and I will
take their place.
Category Archives: family
untitled (i never wrote your story)
even with these regrets
words pearl together
and at night, fast asleep,
your story shines on.
October [a poem by my great-grandmother]
Thought it was time to feature Alice B. Johnson, my great-grandmother again with a rather “timely” piece….from her book, Where Children Live (1958). enjoy —
October
October always casts a magic spell
Upon me — I should know, too well,
What nature’s autumn wine
Will do to hearts like mine —
My lagging feet will, somehow, stray
Through dusty leaves, my heart will stay
Beside bright goldenrod
And where pink asters nod.
My steps will pause beside a zinnia bed,
Flaunting heads of orange and of red,
With maple leaves a sheet,
Blanketing their feet —
Melancholy days? Not these!
When nuts fall from the walnut trees,
Must busy squirrels remind me, too,
That I have housecleaning to do?
like an old tin can (peek inside)
take a knife
sharpened good
slice my head
and pull back
like an old tin can
of Campbells
creamy mushroom
that made the casseroles
of tuna and cheese
remember eating it
in straightback
wooden chairs
in a kitchen of panels
and country style.
green chair (haiku)
green chair you sit patient
with generations you speak
“i am always here”
[author’s note: my green chair is beyond a piece of furniture… it is a deep connection to the past and strangely enough, a friend]
aug 15 only means one thing
it would have been my late grandfather Chuck Burrows’ birthday. he loved his birthday – so the date is imprinted in my mind almost more than my own. i miss him terribly, and don’t feel much like writing anything new; but i will link to a few:
Age 92
http://presssend.blogspot.com/2010/03/age-92.html
Science Fair Project (How to anodize aluminum)
http://presssend.blogspot.com/2010/02/science-fair-project-how-to-anodize.html
http://presssend.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-grandfathers-amazing-life.html
going home for dinner
my father
has disappeared to wash
our cars that haven’t been
scrubbed since the
last visit.
my mother in the kitchen
is looking for the
big fat cat
who is no longer around.
(i’m wishing i was still
small enough to fit in
the swings)
songs to remember
when i hear
blue eyes crying in the rain
i hear my father
say that was his father’s
favorite song.
when i hear
how great thou art
i hear my father’s tears fall
at that first funeral
of my life – his mother’s.
when in between the silence
of a long long night
i hear a heavy sigh, a rustle
drops of salty tears,
“knowing we’ll never meet again.”
family resemblance
sometimes i look at pictures
and i study the faces to see
who has what nose
and who has
what smile
and
sometimes i look
just to say hi all you
relatives who
line my face with genes
and past choices
and
sometimes i look at pictures
to witness
how much has changed –
and
sometimes how little…
as if my face
was made in stone.
[AND btw… on a different topic, way to go team USA world cup soccer!!]
happy father’s day! [learning the trade]
happy father’s day all of you out there, especially my own padre!!
today’s post an old post, but it fits today…..
Learning the Trade
Press Send Poetry 