In my family We have a little joke About a funny statement My dad once spoke In the summer heat On Independence Day My dad said his truth In his own quiet way “Well, that’s it,” He said with a straight face His now-famous words He cannot erase “It’s 4th of July, Summer’s officially OVER!”… Read More “It’s the End of Summer!”
As the 20’s were roaring A baby girl was born Joining two sisters She completed the Ryan home; Though Dad Ryan Had always wanted a son He took one look at Virginia And his heart was won; The baby became a lovely girl Her mahogany hair in a braid or two Though Dad had wished… Read More Virginia
Growing on the branches Of every family tree Are many different characters And personalities; Some are naturally sweet Or just pretty to see While others win awards For the smartest on the tree; On another branch Are fruit with thicker skins A little more sour than sweet But strong to the bitter end; Still one… Read More Bad Apple
There’s an angel On my tree My Joshua You’ll always be; Greatly missed And deeply remembered …Always… Not just in December; In my heart I’ll carry you This holiday And the whole year through
Up atop a rocky mound, What thoughts, may you have found? Visiting the land so green, Oh, the sights you must have seen. Carved Celtic stones Housing ancient bones; Rolling countryside Where sheep abide; When they are shorn Intricate sweaters be worn; By your ancestors, old and new. The light filters down Where you are… Read More Ireland’s Rose
Flat, square, oblong or round; Plenty of cookies can be found. Rolled dough, decorated by hand. Some cut into shapes; a gingerbread man. Dusted with powdered sugar; kissed with love. A few nuts; sprinkled from above. Domes, with secrets inside; Bright, red cherries, do hide. So many choices, festive treats; Icing drips down these tasty… Read More All I Want for Christmas is a Sweet Tooth
Isn’t it funny how we all remember things differently? I can’t tell you how many times a group of us has reminisced, only to find out we don’t all quite share the same details about how it all went down. Sure, the major facts usually validate themselves – locations, people, and events – but more… Read More Reality – Yours, Mine, Ours
Ticktock, ticktock, Clicks my grandfather clock; As the spectacular pendulum swings. One hand points to the minutes, Another the hours of the day, While the monthly window, Features a celestial display. Memories of another clock, Not as fancy as todays, With less instruments to spy, A relic from day’s gone by. Though it lacked in… Read More The Grandfather Clock
It’s amazing the transformation that can happen in a little more than a decade. When we moved to our current house 13 years ago, the suburban yard displayed a wide array of mature trees, but little else was visible around the acre landscape. What did plentifully exist, was a wide expanse of grass. Oddly absent… Read More Once again, the birds sing
THE CHRISTMAS (MEMORY) TREE As I unpacked ornaments, decorated and then enjoyed the sparkling beauty of this year’s tree, a theme became quite apparent. Whether glittery, handmade, or purely sentimental, my ornament collection has morphed into a collage of life’s memories. I noticed one ornament, depicting a winter scene against a satin green backdrop. It… Read More THE CHRISTMAS (MEMORY) TREE
Jessica M. Collette 
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