Sometimes you receive the just right book at
the just right time.
This was one
of those
books.
JDG
Sometimes you receive the just right book at
the just right time.
This was one
of those
books.
JDG
Silently they move
toward the Bethlehem of our
hearts- these yearnings for
a new testament of love.
May they find a dwelling place.
JDG
At the close of day
a chorus of bare branches
sings to a tangerine sky.
JDG
Even red traffic lights are welcome in
the rainy, grey
haze of this
busy
day.
JDG
COMFORT MEMORY
I feel you today, your face sliding over mine.
Your quiet sadness and detachment
while you sit and peel potatoes,
next to me at the table
in our yellow kitchen with the tv on.
I watch your hands deftly work,
feel you holding my hand as we cross the street
to the safety of the other side.
Those hands oft ignored, yet working so hard
gifting me, us with your strength
guidance and love.
I held your hand as you took your last breath
still feeling warm, soft and giving.
My heart sings with this hold
I still have
of you.
Pat Tashjian
I don’t know who was happier
seeing the bird seed
I put out – the birds
or the squirrels.
JDG
Two elderly men.
some distance apart, placing
flowers at graves of
loved ones – connected by love
though unknown to each other.
JDG
A rare find indeed,
a moment of peace amidst
holiday frenzy –
the perfect gift for harried
souls searching for perfect gifts.
JDG
Not singing in rain
on this cold December day.
I’ll try in July.
JDG
Still life with bird song,
symphony of the senses –
morning walker’s delight.
JDG