Grief doesn’t make an appointment,
It shows up when it will,
Walking in the park,
Tears begin to spill,
The trees swaying in the breeze,
The bushes huddled together,
Memories envelope me,
I really miss my father.
You may also like
Robert Bly wrote a poem about what can happen when two people are completely together. I believe he wrote this about […]
It’s Friday night at Tia Chucha’s Book Store in Sylmar California. This is Open Mike Night and every other Friday alternates between […]
My personal interesting question: Where did those defining internal conversations that we have come from? The internal stories or voices that we […]
On Saturday, Jan 27th I get to put on my kilt and celebrate the life of Scottish Poet Robert Burns. Robert Burns […]