I started
to ask myself
when did it begin
How many days?
365 in
most years, so
has it been 1,825,000 – or more
even science doesn’t know the answer
Some would say
quantifying things is important
even necessary – but
Life might be about each
moment –
how would one possibly
find a way to tally them all?
So, while
I begin
with these words
it is about neither a beginning nor ending.
He didn’t brush the hair from in front of her ear as much as caress it to better display the earrings he’d given her for their anniversary Without a word his brief gesture spoke leagues about their relationship and his feelings. How is it that a cup of tea or a touch can say it…
Words come framed, measured, controlled – ‘I have some bad news” how else is there to say it? Bad news is always bad I answer in kind (and it is never enough) how else is there to respond? and we reflect, philosophize (chase guilt?) we are adults Long ago December my father lay, dying of…
Sometimes life smarts – well, backward glances and forward hopes perhaps Examining – or not what it means to live a life “well lived” Striving to shoulder daily responsibilities, the shoulds, oughts, musts – while necessary – perhaps noble in some small way? Sometimes in quiet moments of reflection, it feels as if the shouldering…
We lay there – I, draped along the sofa while she curls herself inside the bend of my legs They, by contrast, stand sentry seated side by side in the large chair near the fireplace poised. ready Over and over we replay this scene – Coco and me, Annie and my husband They inevitably glance…
Strive to live each day in little moments Noting the joy of each and let them become as small steps leading you through the darkness If you can capture one another will surely follow Sometimes we have to tell ourselves to breathe until the normal rhythms of life take over again
Pieces lay scattered in anger across the breakfast room floor The bowl and pair of candlesticks had been an anniversary gift from my grandfather to my grandmother – for me, only images in photographs and stories In some small way being their conservator enabled me to physically connect with them However – when the candlestick…