Cleaning Up After
Thanksgiving’s Feast Memories
Floating in the Air
Brushing Crumbs Off the
Counter Into My Cupped Hand
Just Like My Mom Did
My Hand a Shadow
Of Hers, Lit By Her Joy in
Feeding Her Loved Ones
Radiating Across
The Years, Undimmed, to Warm Me
Despite Time’s Cool Gaze
Category: Family
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It’s No Special Day But I Think of You and Am Grateful and Amazed
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Even Though She’s Gone
She Still Kindles Light and Warmth
Like a Rising Sun
Carpe Diem (For Doris) -
For my beloved cousin, Kathy
A Light of Kindness
Flickers Into Darkness And
I Can’t Catch My BreathThis Light Not Tended
But Not Forgotten, A Piece
Of My FoundationsBreathe I Tell Myself
Breathe. How Can This Hole Exist?
How Do I Go On?Breathe I Tell Myself
And All at Once, I Recall
All The Bright MomentsAnd I Know This Light
Of Kindness Will Burn On, A Bright
And Eternal Flame -
Dough From My Own Hands
Fresh Baked, Sliced and Buttered Tastes
of Generations
First My Mother’s Bread
Baked Each Friday, Fragrance Fills
The House After School
And My Father’s Rolls,
Cinnamon and Butter and
Dough, Fried and Frosted
And, Like a Story,
Grandma’s Cookies, Soft, Sweet and
Rationed, Sneak Cookies
So My Bread Tastes of
Generations, Leavened With
Love and Memory -
As Time Burns Away
The Dross of Memory, You Shine
Brighter and Brighter
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Memories Rise on
A Ripe Avocado’s Scent.
Florida, Lunch, and Mom
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I Was Not Quite Three
When This Day’s Path Opened to
My Greatest Blessing
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My nephew, my niece,
Warrior son, Goddess daughter
Hope, perhaps, for me
A Year in Haiku 