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A Glorious Time

We achieve many milestones in our lives, but learning to walk, then moving about the world of our own power, has to be among the most awesome of those “steps”. I wrote the following in story form a couple of years ago, and present it now in a poem. Read the rest of this entry »

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My Little Girl’s Room

I wrote this poem/song in 1996 when Tracey was moving out—leaving the nest—for what we knew would probably be the final time. It’s written from a mother’s perspective. It made its way around the Internet for a few years—maybe it still gets around some—and we know of instances, and have been told of others, when it has been recited by tearful mother’s at weddings. A friend of mine sang it at Tracey’s wedding.

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Popcorn and Soda Pop

We weren’t poor when I was a kid, but we didn’t have many luxuries either. The thing is we never gave it much thought, because there was somebody looking out for us who did her best to see we had everything that was within her power to provide. To this day, she doesn’t realize how powerful she was and still is. But we do. Read the rest of this entry »

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Treasure

I wrote the following poem while out of town working at one of the state parks on the Texas gulf coast; a park that is no longer there; completely destroyed in 2008 by Hurricane Ike.  Ike’s destruction damaged me a bit; left me feeling hollow; survivor’s guilt, they call it. Many lost everything–I lost nothing, but still… I hurt. Read the rest of this entry »

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Dear Son:

This is my reply to an email I received this morning from my son, Bill. If you haven’t read his email yet, you need to do so before reading my reply (otherwise, this won’t make a lick of sense.) Click here –> “A Sad Day” <– to read Bill’s email. Read the rest of this entry »

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A Sad Day

I received the following email from my son, Bill, this morning. While it is sad, it also displays courage and fortitude that make me proud. (You might need some tissues.) Read the rest of this entry »

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Don’t Talk Back

Stu wants us to write about rebellion today, and that should be easy for me, seeing as how I wrote the dang book! But instead of writing a new poem, I’m going to post one of my old ones that kind of explains what brought out the rebel in me. A lot of mixed signals and rules did the trick. Read the rest of this entry »

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You and Me

I often lament the fact that my family is scattered all over the country and beyond, and I yearn for the good ol’ days when we all lived in and around the same small town. Read the rest of this entry »

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Can We Have Some Cake?

Today is my oldest son, Bill’s birthday (44! Yikes!), and his little brother Wes’ birthday (42! Are you kidding me?) is this coming Saturday, so I find it only fitting to post one of my favorite stories from their younger days. Read the rest of this entry »

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August 2012 (warning; strong image)

August 2012 (warning; strong image).

I am pleased to have my poem, “We Could Get Air”, included in this months “Ten of the Best ~ Short Poetry”.

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