Vase of Dandelions

June 5, 2017

A vase of dandelions. Who has a vase of dandelions? They speckle the yards. Reminding grown ups its time to cut the grass. The gardener pulls them out, hoping to separate it’s roots from the earth, Never to sprout again. Who has a vase of dandelions? Mother does. The fluffy golden yellow buds brighten the … More Vase of Dandelions

The Boy and His Hero

May 27, 2016

The streets were lined with flags, the sidewalks were swept and the town road was laid out like a red carpet awaiting its yearly duty. Summer was in the air, the sun was shining, white fluffy clouds were perfectly placed in the blue sky and the grass seemed to look greener than usual. Store front … More The Boy and His Hero

This Old Camera

April 5, 2016

It was my mother’s camera. An Olympus 35 mm. It was a brand new model when she got it back in the 70s. She was the picture taker. She captured moments of her youth and mine. Friends, family, hippies playing guitar, Mom and Dad with long hair, summer fun, pregnant bellies and babies playing in … More This Old Camera

Song of Farewell

February 1, 2016

The days are young. Her vision is clear. And I think to myself the farewell is near. She roams through life without a care. She’ll drift away like the last summer’s air. I once was like her; the road still ahead. Dancing different paths to see where they lead. The breeze brings hope and takes … More Song of Farewell