I wrote this poem for my birthday. Hope you enjoy. Ode to Middle Age I don’t feel 44. I don’t look it, I think. I mean yes, Certainly The crows feet creep out from the corners of my eyes Lines arch across my brow Cracked skin spans my chest Veins rise on my hands-- Bearing witness to my years on this planet. But I am not somber cynical or resigned As ...
Inspired by witnessing my father-in-law’s death last month, this poem offers wisdom and solace for those caring for both children and sick loved ones.
You can’t always know the best path to take in life. Sometimes you just have to live your way into the answers.
When I'm 85... The first time I heard the fabulously talented spoken word poet IN-Q recite this piece, I sobbed. I still sob every time I listen. Now beautifully illustrated - what a gift. Love is the reason we're alive! Happy Valentine's Day, today and every day.
May you always see with curiosity
A world alive with wonders.