Notebooks

I always love a new fresh blank page that I can record some of life on......

Through the years of my life

There have always been notebooks

Notebooks for musing over a poem

Taking notes at a workshop

Venting my pain at life's injustices

Household budgets, travel plans, itineraries

I keep the notebooks stacked in closets, cupboards, drawers

After sixty years there is quite an accumulation

Notebooks

The Rough Drafts of my life

November Poetry

The other night my son Jameson left to go in the army. He left on my dad's birthday. That night I went for a swim and at the pool to go wash away my sorrow in the water. The pool is enclosed by big glass windows to the west. As I was swimming the most amazing sunset covered the sky and I had the most breathtaking view of it in the pool. I kind of felt like dad helped paint the sky to cheer me up. This is a poem for dad

It's funny how the things that used to bug you about a person fade when they pass on....

It was like that with my father

Now what I remember is his eyes...

Looking at me with encouragement

Tearing up when my sisters and I sang

And the time when he gave me a new baby colt for Christmas

I remember his eyes and the way they crinkled up at the corners

when he was happy

His eyes and his smile are what I remember most