A remembrance and a haiku for the intrepid little lady we lost, Ruth Violet Hiatt Holt.
I’m not on the recommended pace to write a poem each day this month to participate in National Poetry Month, but this one happened in about 30 seconds. There will never be another muse like my Dad. He was a remarkable, wonderful, loving, accepting, listening […]
My dad was born 80 years ago today in West Texas as the Great Depression was coming to an end in the shadow of another Great War in Europe, a time before regular Americans realized we’d be involved in that war. With that backdrop and […]
Reconstructing Grandpa in the museum of my heart – a poem in memory of an amazing man, Thomas Carlyle Holt.