Monday, June 18, 2012

Prunes and Plums

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Last time’s fastened breath still in head,
Spring breeze freezes, listening,
The imagery from this garden,
Turns greener and clearer,
As if I’m seven years old,
Being forgiven for running cross the woods,
Plucking someone else’s wild berries…

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Father, You Are My Guiding Star!



Dad, I remember when I skinned my knee,
You chased away my tears;
If things were hard in school for me,
You helped me through my fears.
When I was old enough to drive a car,
You patiently taught me how;
Father, You are my guiding star;
You cared then, and you still care now.