Living in South Florida

by | Feb 11, 2017 | Poetry

Living in South Florida So many times a day The line from an old Joe South song Comes to me Maybe while in line at the Post Office Or the bank While in the grocery store It can happen anywhere And it does Over and over again These are not my people A constant reminder...

I Remember

by | Feb 11, 2017 | Poetry

      I Remember I look at him and it is hard to believe That he is three Or that he is mine Or here at all A boy After all these years And all these girls A boy is a special thing To a man And that takes nothing Away from the special things That are my...

Winter Auction

by | Feb 11, 2017 | Poetry

           Winter Auction And for the next item What would you bid For all those beautiful winter nights And the evenings before the open fire Spent with family and those we love? And how about snowmen And all the winter sports Skiing...

Perfect Joy

by | Feb 11, 2017 | Poetry

          Perfect Joy I have known joy But it was never perfect Few things are But I have heard perfect laughter Laughter filled with pure joy Twice As a matter of fact My blue-eyed daughter Made that sound Once when I bought A...

The Past*

by | Feb 11, 2017 | Poetry

The Past You can move You can hide You can move a thousand times You can change your address Tell everyone you died Change your name Change you soul But the past always knows your address MFM 08/07/02 10:11 AM Delray Beach It’s not home Sunday...