by MichaelM | Dec 28, 2019 | Poetry
So I Just Held Her Hand There was nothing I could doso I just held her hand.I had been sitting therefor more hours than I couldremember.She slept. I guess that is the right word.Her eyes were closedand she breathed quietly.There was nothing I could doso I just held...
by MichaelM | Nov 6, 2019 | Poetry
Did Someone In Heaven Hold Him Close? Did someone in Heaven hold him closethe night he was taken away?Did he cry?Lord, did someone wipe his tearsand tell it would all be all right?Did he know his mother would join himone day and hold him again?Was he mad at...
by MichaelM | Aug 14, 2019 | Poetry
I Invite You to Cry (A Note about “I Know You by Heart” by Eva Cassidy) I hate to give you another reason to cry. but what kind of friend would I be if I did not share as my mother taught me years ago? “Share your...
by MichaelM | Jul 18, 2019 | Poetry
The Last of the Ending in Zero Poems I started this tradition forty years ago on another birthday that ended in zero. That seemed like a big one at the time for it was the big three oh. Not long from the hippie days and the hippie phrase “Don’t trust anyone over...
by MichaelM | Jul 10, 2019 | Poetry
I’m Not Going to Cry Tomorrow I’m not going to cry tomorrow.I am going to watch the sunriseand rejoice in the day.I’m not going to think aboutall the joy you broughtand all the smiles you put on my face.Tomorrow I’m going to find a new roadthat...
by MichaelM | Jun 22, 2019 | Poetry
Asking Questions of Ghosts I’m listening to music this afternoon and you may know what that means. There’s no telling where it may take me for the paths it opens can be in any direction but up. This time it has left me talking to ghosts. To be more precise, asking...
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