I watch you You don’t see me On this fine day By the sea Crashing waves White spray wetting the air Distracting; Enticing Mesmerized, you remain unaware Of me on the rock My chosen resting place Where I watch the show Against overcast airspace Of a curious man And his camera too Focused on the… Read More Of Gull and Guy
My grandmother, Mary Clare Judge, wore many hats during her lifetime: School Teacher; Interior Designer; Antique Collector; Wife; Mom; Grandmother. One particular title she held throughout her years in these various other roles was that of a Poetess. It wasn’t until recently when I was writing my novel, Naming The Bits Between, that I reminisced… Read More Grandmother’s Poem
Paint me a colorful memory; One I want to keep Deep in my treasured thoughts Across the line of time. Make it one worth keeping A scene not to forget A happy tree, decorated white A sky ablaze, last sunlight. In need of something beautiful; Upon this scene I’ll look At colors, reminiscent of… Read More Paint me a Memory
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