her last day — a poem

her last day — a poem

    her last day she did not know when she left teacup in sink mauve lipstick on rim grabbed fleece jacket rushed out door smelled sunshine after rain drove by vineyards horses, lambs she did not know — when she greeted friends put purse in drawer kicked off...
My mother’s poems

My mother’s poems

I was going through some papers tonight and found four poems my mother wrote when she was in high school and one from when she was in college. (Her wedding photo is to the left.) Dawn Dawn— The hour when day, Like a butterfly, Creeps from the cocoon Of night. Painting...

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