by MichaelM | Feb 11, 2017 | Poetry
Discards Oh, my goodness Where did you come from? An unexpected find Here in the discard pile. And isn’t that a terrible thing? A terrible way to describe us, All of us. But here we are Call it what you may. We who have lost out At love, Have misplaced our joy....
by MichaelM | Feb 11, 2017 | Poetry
Russ After many false alarms Many times the family came running Times the doctor’s just shook their heads And nurses averted their eyes Only to see him shake it off And walk right out the door Time and time...
by MichaelM | Feb 11, 2017 | Poetry
Large Girls in Windows She sits at night At her window and watches The moon and the stars Watches the lights Washing the streets From the passing cars Her favorite sad songs Pour softly from her stereo To fill her soul Fill her eyes On another Saturday night Or is it...
by MichaelM | Feb 11, 2017 | Poetry
A Welcome Home Not of His Choosing I know this isn’t how He saw himself coming home Nor did those Who worried about him Who loved him Who worried about his night and day But I can’t help but believe He would have been proud As the flashing lights From...
by MichaelM | Feb 11, 2017 | Poetry
Birthdays That End in Zero Somehow the view changes With some birthdays Especially those that end in zeros Hmmm Some more than others The perspective changes The view is so very different It is like the T-shirts That Dan and I had made When we found ourselves In that...
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