This heartfelt, ironic, wry and ultimately sweet poem is worth 3 minutes of your time. Click on the link below to hear it read aloud. Merry Christmas. E. B. White sends Christmas greetings to uncertified accountants, old men asleep in libraries, and people who think…
This beautiful, gentle, tranquil and philosophical poem is rich with imagery, illustrative of the concept and value of mindfulness, and fills me with hope.
Reconstructing Grandpa in the museum of my heart – a poem in memory of an amazing man, Thomas Carlyle Holt.
I have never said this in a public forum: my brother’s untimely death four years ago was a suicide. Hear my plea: if you’re hurting, please tell someone.
A gift of a live and blooming hibiscus, with a heartfelt haiku to celebrate Dad’s life.
a free verse remembrance for an amazing man
My uncle Nathan, my mother’s brother, would have been 70 this month. He was only 40 when he died in 1988. Sad and shocked, I wrote this poem for my Mom at the time and it was part of his memorial service. Just today, I…
The list referenced here from the All Nine blog by Kelly Belmonte is a wonderful and persuasive set of arguments in favor of writing poetry.
A little bee poem from a grieving and grateful daughter about making Dad-memories into honey.
A nameless poem about living in the moment, and an image that illustrates it.
This rough little poem came spilling out of me as I thought of those halcyon sand-ridden childhood days and so many memories flooded in. Everything seemed so safe, so permanent, so lively-lovely in our tiny town of 600, Gilchrist, Texas.
Sleepy by sunlight, Fiona sits, and waits, and contemplates her fate “I’m a cat goddess because I’m a calico – destined for greatness!” …and because there aren’t enough cat pictures or haiku in the world: For more Glover Gardens haiku, click here. For more Glover…
A small child’s poem about bees, published in a national magazine.
A memory and poem from the halcyon days of super-busy parenthood. It is a beautiful thing to watch our kids grow into themselves and soar into their new journeys, but a little bittersweet, too.
Today would have been my brother’s 49th birthday.
This is a quiet little poem for him.
In celebration of Grandma Ruth’s 90th and 95th birthdays, a heartfelt poem reflects on her life, acknowledging her resilience, wisdom, and the enduring bonds of family, love, and faith.
