January 5 and today is my father’s birthday.
Poems For My Parents
Taking turns
Letting each other go
Only to learn again
How love grows,
Mother
love for you
became her care
until she joined you there
grief gives way to fields and wind
and now I hear your voice again
Poems published in Bell’s Letters.
for Harold and Enola Borgh
This is a heart-warming poem on this cold morning. Happy New Year, my friend.
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Dear Patti, Thank you and Happy New Year
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Gorgeous Ellen, so poignant…
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Dear Rachel, Thank you and blessings
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Struck by this poem. I especially like the line “grief gives way to fields and wind.”
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Thank you. I love the country roads.
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