I think healers Come into our life At unexpected times In unexpected ways Sometimes they look Like a lover Or a friend A stranger A dog. Sometimes they look Like a...
On the day you were born, The world grew sweeter, Less weary and worn, A softer, gentler, place, Enveloped in love, Revealed its presence, And found a home, In our hearts. ...
I’ll bake you a blueberry pie With the ones you picked last July From the bushes that grew Tidy rows two by two I’ll bake you a blueberry pie. These berries remind me of you...
Sometimes I want to weep Cry my heart out For the little Girl child Living inside This old woman. Moon-faced Sorrow-full eyes Bowl-shaped hair Self-effacing smile. I want to Take...
I think most people in their heart of hearts want to do good things, be kind, extend grace, lend a helping hand, forgive easily and love others. I think most people in their heart...
I want to… Go for a walk without being afraid of anything Go for lunch without making complicated plans Go to shops and touch things that catch my eye Go to a movie with a...
I don’t agree that age is just a number. Whatever your age is that is your number. Chronologically, consecutively, in order of time. That number represents the years you’ve...
Some days I feel like a Slab of frozen meat Left to thaw on a stylishly Barren countertop Slick granite hard as steel A lifetime promise Guaranteed to outlive me While the...
I stand on one side Of the canyon And you on the other We both look down At the beautiful view Of the canyon floor And we agree It is a sight to behold Yet our definition Of...
Hey Toby, Remember me And when We first met It’s been A lifetime or two Since then Memories recede For some But I Remember you Vividly It was the Summer of ‘74 Nixon...
As far back as I can remember, I wrote. Private young-girl thoughts in secret diaries, then poetry filled with teenage angst and dark poetry peppered with profanity. I wrote daily letters to God in Hilroy notebooks, short stories and poems for kids, sad country songs, and raw truth-telling stories about life growing up in a blue-collar neighbourhood in Northwestern Ontario. These are those stories and poems.
