I cast my eyes to
the sky and plaintively ask,
“What were you thinking
when you created us?”
JDG
I cast my eyes to
the sky and plaintively ask,
“What were you thinking
when you created us?”
JDG
Today we spent a moment
with the fallen limbs of trees,
thanking them for all the shade
and beauty they have given
before taking them
to a final place of rest.
JDG
This lovely and deeply moving poem was written by my friend, Janie, to her husband in honor of his birthday. They gave their permission for me to share it with you.
Two pieces of sizzly, juicy quiche
Nose to nose on a plate
Waiting to be devoured
Two steaming cups of coffee
So much better than one
Two people cuddled up together for a time
In a warm cozy bed
As dawn breaks on the first
Chilly morning of fall
So much better than one
Two mourners
One sitting at her mother’s graveside
Holding her father’s hand
One standing above her
Gently rubbing her shoulders as she weeps
So much better than one
Two lovers sitting out on the back patio
After the obituary and the service is written
And the sisters are gone
Gazing up at the Harvest Moon
Listening to love songs
So much better than one
(c) Jane Ellen Holliday Wilson
October 2017
I did my exercises today
mostly with gentle care
and found sweet satisfaction.
JDG
We old ladies sit
and comfort one another.
No words are spoken,
but we silently agree
the aches of age are
eased by gentle strokes, cozy
purrs, and wordless ponderings.
JDG
I didn’t fly through
my exercises today,
but neither did I crawl.
I found a pace that was just right.
JDG
Around and around
my thoughts go and where they’ll stop
not even I know.
JDG
I can see clearly
now how repetition embeds
patterns deeply
in heart, mind, and body.
JDG
Evening sun ignites
fall trees, warming the way home
with luminous light.
JDG
The dogs watch me as
if to say, “Wouldn’t a walk
be better in every way?”.
JDG