All I Had*

All I Had Some stories are long.Some are short.Some thoughts are fleeting.Some wrap around our very beingto cling forever. Like the one when I told youto wrap your arms around meand hold on.Squeeze the very breath from mefor you’re all I have.All I have.Lord,...

Music in a Pie Shell

         Music in a Pie Shell The morning started off with music. Sometimes, that is good; sometimes not. I heard new voices and zeroed in on a few. I felt some of the new words. Some soothed, some moved, and some cut. One...

Sometimes Friends Don’t Have to Talk

Sometimes Friends Don’t Have to Talk   Just before I met you for lunch todayI got a call.It was a short messagefor the caller knew that once she told methere could be no words back from me.“Could” being the magical words there.“Sweet Jane died” she...

When You Quoted Dumas And Cried

      When You Quoted Dumas And Cried I was driving through the countrywhen I got the call.It was shortfor the caller knew I wouldn’t have anything to sayor maybe I should sayshe understood I would have been rendered with no way to talk. For she knew us...

The Only Part of Christmas That I Remember

           The Only Part of Christmas That I Remember These dayseven this early in Novemberyou can’t escape the Christmas seasonthat seems to start earlier each year.Not my time of yearand that’s for sure.It hasn’t...