Sunrise
The burning sun followed me on the drive today
Across the windows of buildings arched towards the sky
“I miss you, come play with me!” she calls
Don’t you see my leg is broken, my ligament torn?
In the glaring fullness of day
Her heart was broken, her dreams torn
A child’s hope is like sand in your hands
Longing for gentle words
I wish I could
2023
The Gift of Words
A lonely writer wanders through words
Alleys and pathways of meaning and questions
Not a stone unturned, not a rose unpicked
One day I will find that door to knock upon your heart
2023
Dementia
Grandpa forgot where he put Grandma
But Grandma is not a plant or a pair of spectacles
So she put him in his place
2023