I have never been the one to keep you warm,
Or stop the river freezing between your banks...
Some things never change
I just want you to know...
she slept beneath where the wisteria grew,
and woke with the blackbird's chorus...
Do you remember
in cold winters...
Where are you now, my little one,
And are you resting comfortably...
It always was mid-spring
or late summer when we would...
Orange juice waits on the counter
I should drink it - it's good for me...
Lay in my lap and lie while there.
Swear that the sun sets blue...
It wasn't wind or misty roads
That led me from your path...
I wonder if my simple words,
cut the way that yours do...
You were my shade tree -
on a hot summer’s day...
I’m folding laundry again.
I see the little shorts you wrote a poem about...