We Talk to One Another at Different Times*

We Talk to One Another at Different Times   We talk to one another at different times. I talk to you when I visitto stand at your place of rest.I speak aloud but softly.Loud enough for you to hearbut not enough to disturb the othersin resting places so near.My...

She Comes Here Sometimes in the Wee Hours

She Comes Here Sometimes in the Wee Hours She comes here sometimes.Almost always in the wee hourswhen sleep tries to hold tenaciouslyas if afraid to let go.Knowing the slightest break in the spellwould whisk me awayfrom the dreamsand the joy that often live there.And...

I Just Couldn’t Hold You Tight Enough*

I Just Couldn’t Hold You Tight Enough* I just couldn’t hold you tight enough.Couldn’t wrap my arms around you and squeezeall those black memories away.Lord knows I tried.Tried to keep the light shining in your eyes,that sweet smile on your lips.Most of the time, it...

It’s Not a Lot Things But it is Christmas

It’s Not a Lot Things But it is Christmas Yeah, Jingle Bells is playing.I’m trying hard to keep working at this and thatand keeping those holiday thoughtsfar, far away.Of course, it’s not really that hardfor I’ve done it so many yearsit’s...

Having Friends in Low Places Has a Whole New Meaning*

Having Friends in Low Places Has a Whole New Meaning I got the word last nightin a note from an acquaintance from years agothat one of our friends from those days so long agowas gone.As my collection of years grows so much largerI find that happening more and more.I...