by Father Yes a flower Is held By the fingertips Not by the whole hand And love listens To a whisper And never To a command – Listen to me whisper Listen to me dream Tell me that you love me Tell me everything. I’ve had no special training I’ve had no special care The …
by Father Reflecting Rejecting Things he wrote And said The times He shared Your bed – You know He would have gone The way you led If you had only Let him.
by Father The heroine’s lost her hero An noone seems to care The last time anyone noticed He was standing over there With his hands inside his pockets Buried deep and counting change While all the while just marking time The whole thing seemed prearranged The heroine’s lost her hero Or at least it seems …
by Daughter Stillness shows me the way to go Seeing my fear and choosing surety to be slow Congruous and proportioned there can be peace It doesn’t have to end in war but certainty and ease The cardinal showed up at my window this morning Her colors, muted from the winter cold were unconforming She …
by Father Nighttime Nighttime comes without her As I count the ways I love her And nighttime stays all day Winter Winter comes without her And I can’t do a thing About her And winter stays all spring Lifetime A lifetime goes without her And I just can’t seem To forget her And a lifetime …
by Daughter I release the measured hand that holds me The stopping stare The ever-present self bracing I took care of your ailing In ways you were unable to care for me Surely I have repaid the debt Of the burden I birthed Unbinding from the barbed wire Unwinding the calculated negotiation You brokered for …
by Father As colorless clouds swelled the skies Painted faint fog filled the trees While armored angels with lightening swords Swing fiercely through the breeze Thunder tossed – the birds flew fast away While the timid May moon Shied slowly out of the way From armies of shadows Shot bullets of hail While wild wicked …
by Daughter I am a bookmark in your favorite book on your bedside table. Sometimes you remember me. I am always the same. I am always there. Sometimes you think of me. Turn the pages forward or back – I will remember, while you forget.
by Father I have, upon occasion Spent empty nights alone No cars or television Not even a telephone Just thoughts of celebration Pulled from shelves of long ago Dusted memories reappearing Like newly fallen snow And in the clouds of this confusion Events are warped and redefined Reality painted blindly On connecting dots of the …
by Father I wondered why I wondered About so many things Things so unimportant And consensus rearranged I questioned why I questioned anything at all If what was true Was true And what I thought I thought was knowledge Was what I really knew If facts can change By declaration And history repealed Then what …