Category: Hope

Tanka By Carol Purington

From my friend the pilgrim
Mardi Gras beads
wrapped around
her favorite recipe
for communion bread

Winter sky
the holy blue distance
of eternity
all day on my friend’s forehead
the smudge of Ash Wednesday

By Carol Purington

Posted with her kind permission.
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Morning Song: Poems For New Parents is Carol’s latest book, and is edited with Susan Todd (2011, St. Martin’s Press, New York).

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My Soul … As A Weaned Child Psalm 131

Today is the 8th anniversary of my mother’s passing.  I am full of memories, from all the years we had together on this blessed earth.  We shall meet again.  Love endures.

PSALM 131: 1-2 (KJV)

Lord, my heart is not haughty,

nor mine eyes lofty: neither do I

exercise myself in great matters,

or in things too high for me.

Surely I have behaved and quieted

myself, as a child that is weaned of

his mother: my soul is even as a

weaned child.

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The Parade – A Poem By Win Couchman

The Parade

Dinner over, we
amble past the library,
turn left and begin
our journey.

In the hall we join the
residents’ parade.

Tall guy, bent a bit,
hiking with his cane.
Fellow travelers in
chairs, walkers with,
without oxygen.

Women, pretty, plain,
white haired, oftener
than not not coupled.

Progress to D-20 moistens
my eyes, emotions,
mind tangle squeeze
and expand.

As of today, my
walker is in my closet.

Bob and I hold
hands, walk home.

Win Couchman, 11/11.

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Posted here with Win’s kind permission.