Where We Came From

Sisters

A cousin

Stories and old photos

Supper out (more stories)

Scrabble (I lost)

Sisters (research)

“In every conceivable manner, 

the family is link to our past, 

bridge to our future.”

~ Alex Haley

Sister Visit

 

Sisters

Laughing 

Stories told

Visiting

Sisters

“A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost.”

~ Marion C. Garretty, 

20th Century American poet

Jammed

 

Words backed up 

like a log jam 

before spring thaw.

“When words don’t come easy, I make do 

with silence and find something in nothing.”

~ Strider Marcus Jones, poet

Just Around the Corner

Just around the corner 

there is always something 

that wasn’t there yesterday. 

Maybe just a black shiny pebble 

tossed from a child’s hand, 

  maybe a new fence erected 

    maybe tiny weeds growing,

flowering amid drying grasses. 

Noticing these tiny changes 

in a world gone mad 

shows me that 

   the black shiny pebble, 

      the new fence, 

        the tiny flowering weeds 

know nothing of the state of our planet. 

They have no ears to hear the chaos, 

   nor eyes to watch out for a new face in the news. 

But they are always just around the corner.

“There is one thing which gives radiance to everything. 

It is the idea of something around the corner,”

Gilbert K. Chesterton, writer

(1874 ~ 1936)

Look Around

Fascinated by the ordinary 

I look around and see 

little things that 

get walked past, 

brushed away 

neglected. 

Ordinary is what keeps our lives 

interesting and functioning. 

Tea kettle whistling time for tea; 

the cracks in the sidewalks, 

pretty little yellow flowers on a bush

the chortling laughter of a baby, 

the curiosity of a child, 

Fascinated by the ordinary 

I look around and see.

“You can find something truly important in an ordinary minute.”

~ Mitch Albom, For One More Day

Silent Wings

Four geese flew low 

preparing for the long flight south 

it is always comforting to hear 

that soft ruffle of their wings 

then I know that a part of nature 

is blood and bone as are we ~ 

traversing life on the silent wings of 

ancestors, family and friends.

“You are born to fly, and in dreams you remember the soul has wings.”

~ Robert Moss, Australian historian

Adrift

 

Scattered clouds of yesterday 

adrift in the evening sky ~

gilded by tonight’s setting sun.

“The sky and the sun are always there. 

It’s the clouds that come and go.”

~ Rachel Joyce,  

The Love Song of Miss Queenie Hennessy