For Monica

A friend’s mother died And so I changed clothes and we drove To another place where people Sign a book, and shake hands Look at photographs and flowers Comfort the bereaved and make small talk And I wondered why   A friend’s mother died And so I looked into her eyes and felt sad For … Read more

I’m Back…

I guess I’ve let the blog slip out of my grasp over the past couple of weeks.  We helped D2 move.  When I got home, I was met with a number of pressing items, not of which was a blog.  Ready for Christmas?  That what people are asking now.  I’m not, but I might be … Read more