Rainstorm

Poems and Things

Life is still in a rainstorm.

Where I sit and my knitting keeps me warm.

There when the dreamy drip-drop song staccatos,

I dash away my worries and, “I’ve got tos.”

Life is still in a rainstorm.

It whirls my worries downstream.

I close my eyes, rich with wonder.

I don’t know how long I’ll be gone for.

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Woman’s Love

Poems and Things

She was a breakfast, lunch, and dinner maker, and the world thought this alone would break her. But each passing day she grew in wisdom, learning to cherish her place, her kingdom.

Her pride crumbled, like a boulder at sea. The wind and the water stripping selfishness and greed. She became as her mother before her was; what a beautiful lineage of woman’s love.

Loving

Poems and Things

I loved you with the loving
only seventeen could bring.
Now I love you in the memory
your wake has left on me.

I loved God with the loving
that exceeded you and me.
So I left the old me there with you
putting faith in what was true.

Now I love him with a loving,
running deep as a hearty spring.
His devotion and mine intertwine,
growing closer together in time.

But I loved you with the loving
only seventeen could bring.
Now I’ll love you in the memory
your wake has left on me.

My Limbo Lover

Diabetes is Just a Word, Poems and Things

I’ve visited Limbo, and the Upside too, and who saved me from those dreary places? Ah, well, he’s you.
Your love is so lovely, your kindness so kind. You’re exactly who I needed in those terrible times. When my tears stung my eyes and threatened to flood, you were there with the damning: a lettuce wrap, and love.