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OLD CLASSMATE LUNCHEON

Time used to slip away.

Now it skips.

Soon, it will run.

From first grade through high school and beyond,

the bond with old classmates remains strong.

Their faces are still young, to me.

My heart carries the fraught memory

of times spent side-by-side,

as life pushed us away on its tide.

We carry their presence within us with pride.

The me no one ever knew resides in each of us openly now.

I marvel at the person we once hid inside.

Today, we rush ahead of reunion,

meeting for lunch and soulful communion.

Our thoughts and actions have become bolder

as each of us grew older,

except for those who sped ahead.

We honor the lives of those now dead.

We celebrate with impunity

those still part of our hearts’ community.

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HAPPY NEW YEAR 2025

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Worn and weary I 

run away from words hidden 

in the dark of night.

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Pained and poured out I

slowly ascend the mountain

reaching toward the light.

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Strained and so sore I

peruse the new horizon

coming into sight.

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Battered but brave I

reach into my open heart.

Love overcomes fright.

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NO EXCUSE HAIKU

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I have to ask my

husband first. It seems a curse;

is the best excuse.

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LOOKING YOU IN THE EYE

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When we become isolated as we did for Covid 19 we stopped meeting those good souls who bring light and laughter to our world. We have along way to go to heal that sense of isolation. We can do it one moment at a time.

If we rely on social media, the entertainment industry, or even the news to bring others to us we face the stories least likely to display the inherent goodness of man and beast. “If it bleeds, it leads” rules our airwaves, our social media accounts, our own prurient interest.

This does not only damage our children, as studies show. It damages all of us. It is no wonder 38% percent of Americans sought mental health care during the past year.

Putting down the cell phone, closing the I-Pad, shutting down the computer is a life-affirming act. Engage other human beings who may be on their devices trying to connect with somebody, with anybody! Make eye contact whenever you get the chance. Interrupt your silence while waiting in interminable lines that have become the service sector’s bane, caused by understaffing. Talk to others waiting with you. Not, with a complaining voice; but, with an interested voice. The world lost millions of people who were productive workers, who made things run smoothly for all of us. Feel their loss with compassion for them, and for those left behind trying to fill their shoes. There is no fault in trying to cross fault lines with generosity for others’ struggles. Look in the face of the disgruntled worker at the fast food counter. Ask how they are doing. Listen and watch their expression ease. Perhaps, even garner a smile.  

We are human beings doing our best with all that we have. Some of us have more to work with. Some of us have less. Everyone struggles with something. We need not carry others’ crosses. But, we can walk beside them, act as witness and ally to their struggle, encourage and support them with our strength, our love, and our respect.

This week has been one filled with unpleasant errands. Each time I was helped by someone who had few smiles and was overwhelmed by work. Yet, each person responded to my request for help with a gentle regard. Each person became more relaxed, smiled more, even laughed as I looked them in the eye and asked about their lives as they bent to the task of helping me. They performed acts of kindness, as they probably do hundreds of time a week. As I leave, I always tell such workers to thank their mother for raising such a wonderful son or daughter. Everything about their demeanor comes alive. They stand taller. Their shoulders drop and pull back. The creases around their mouth disappear. Their smiles appear. Everyone is someone’s child. everyone needs to be noticed. Perhaps, if we pay more attention to those who do good, more of us would be good.

I am guilty, too often, of bringing attention to the fools of this world who legislate, print, speak, and promote hate. Today, I want to remind myself and you of all those who courageously do good, despite being ignored and even disrespected. I want to thank all those who devote their hours, days and lives to  being there when needed by others:  the surgeons doing open-heart surgery on two of my dear friends, the UPS clerk who returns unwanted Amazon purchases, the tire guy who explains how tires work and deteriorate over time and which brand works best just for my car, the pharmacist who fills a prescription and the tech who answers questions over and over and over, the phone scheduler who finds a location with ease of access not simply an open date for an appointment, the neighbor who put out my recycling bin and returned it to its proper spot without being asked, the friend who called who really had nothing to say but “I love you”; yet, not in those words.I enjoyed my wait at the car dealer with  the Muslim woman who spoke of teaching her children to pray and know the Koran at summer camp and listened to my story of teaching Catholic children prayers and the Bible in public-school-kid summer camp, the Italian-American woman who laughed as we shared family stories only Italians would find funny while we all waited. Lest I forget my beastly friends, thanks to the feral cat who chased the rabbits out of the garden, the songbird trilling a song while hundreds of fireflies danced in my yard last night. 

There are so many ways to hide from one another. There are few good reasons to do so. Those reasons which do require hiding are fraught with danger and not to be ignored. But, too many times, our fears our unfounded. They are based on prejudice and ignorance. Too many times, we are simply afraid to look foolish. I challenge you to look like a fool today. Talk to someone you have never met, nor been introduced to as if they were a long-lost friend. You might just find out that they are your friend, even if just for a moment in time. The moments add up. Trust builds. Hope builds. Faith builds. And most importantly, love builds. Few of us are great. Few of us are famous. Few of us have any clue what we are about. But each of us can look others in the eye and speak, then listen with respect and interest. One moment at a time we can reconnect our world, a world where trust in one another creates a free, peaceful, and loving union of our citizens.

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AGING SPACES

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Somewhere along the way

the package I carried has been mislaid.

Since I did not notice it missing until today

its importance has made little impact, I’d say.

The years rolled by day-after-day.

space where the package once stayed

grew dusty with age.

Until the day, where nothing could stop the rage

of loneliness filling page-after-page;

searching for communion with those not my age.

Old connections are no longer stable and sure

as death knocks at too many old friends’ doors.

That space covered in dust reminds me anew

of those friends I mislaid as loneliness grew.

Seeking youth and more life is nothing new.

But, I know this to be true.

Old friends can never be replaced.

Their faces remain. They occupy my space.

Their love for me is my only pride.

Dead or alive they fill every space inside

where memory and love will always abide.

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GENEOLOGY

Something in the blood calls my name.

The call brings neither glory nor shame.

We are connected but not the same.

Blood calls across all boundaries

from oceans crossed; and, all centuries

lost before I came to be by name.

Family traits, fair and foul, remain.

There is a knowing-ness difficult to explain.

Friendships are just as dear but not the same.

Something in the blood calls my name.

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OLD FRIENDS ARE THE BEST FRIENDS

When was the hour 

the garden gained power

to teach life’s lesson of love

that one could recover its loss?

1993 was the year.

Each moment held dear.

The Waterford Tower

ended homelessness

when friendship shared

a dwelling of peace and safety

after illness took my career.

Who knew the fraud of success is real

where friendships are concerned?

Positional power has no hold

on false friendships born daily anew.

Personal power takes energy to maintain,

more than CFIDS allowed.

The oldest friends remained.

Love untarnished, contained

year after year through our play.

Like perennial flowers they sustained me. 

Their roots planted wide, firm and deep.

Annuals come and go with the sun.

Flashier and more colorful, perhaps;

but unable to fulfill winter’s need

to dig down deep beneath winter’s chill

until sunny days of Spring restore

all that one once hoped for.

Old friends flower in my garden.

Old friends remain on cold days of change.

Old friends stay the course until the end.

1993 was only the beginning 

of planting my feet in old soil,

among old friends.

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IN THE GARDEN WITH FRIENDS

It is not just the poppy that addicts.

All flowers do to those 

who make gardens grow.

Over rocky , stubbled fields

replacing weeds with scented folds

of roses petaled

in circled fashion we all know.

Flowers call our names

even when we know not theirs,

from rows and rows and rows

of nurseried plants shouting aloud

“Take me home. Take me home!”

So many languages flowers speak.

Gardeners yearn to learn them all,

each one part of a diverse melody

which sings a siren’s song.

The garden is a symphony

of chords and rhythms strong

enough to carry feet along 

new paths from dawn to dusk

to worlds unknown beyond.

Strong enough to lift up all 

who wander through the varied colors,

kissed by bees and butterflies

taking us along on a joyous ride

to the one place for which we long.

A place of unity and uncommon beauty

freed from wilderness, our wildness tamed;

and fear buried beneath the soil

where it belongs.

Like flowers, in gardens we reach for the sun

and welcome the rain to quench our thirst

for freedom, friendship and mirth.

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LETTER TO EARTH

Good morning, Earth.

You are still here

harboring fragile lives

and all they hold dear.

We have forgotten our friendship,

stayed silent for too many years.

Silent while your virgin forests

were raped and cleared.

Silent while your fields became poison

farmed in chemical warfare.

Silent when your fields’ waters ran off

to your rivers where your fish died.

Silent as viruses you had hidden from view

escaped your now weakened ties

that once bound them unable to harm us,

your dear friends, causing alarms

which trounced us awake to our loss.

Silent as oil and gas heated your breath

bringing fire, floods and storms, 

illness, war and death.

Silent no more as Putin threatens 

your nuclear destruction.

Silent no more as Earth,our best friend,

faces total obliteration 

after decades of our willful alienation

from you, Earth, our best friend.

The war we watch on our screens

began inside us sight unseen.

We were not looking within

when we should have been.

Silent no longer,  but is the song we now sing

our death song, after staying silent too long?

Dear Earth, can we make amends

and make you, once again

our best friend?

I pray you say “yes”.

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