Sleepless Writings for Monday, December 29, 2003

An icy chill comes over me As I commence to enter the hallway My mother walks passed me I could have sworn that it was her mother Her blue and white blouse with frills on the sleeve Send me images of my Grandmother’s clothing For a second it almost seems As grandmother was just sleeping She woke... Sign in to see full entry.

Beautiful mornings,Cool yet warm I am still yawning as I sit with my mom Staring out at the lake beyond Lizards running around on the ground The sliding door opens at my father joins us Without a word he starts reading his book Silent watchfulness, aware of the world Content in my place, Watching it... Sign in to see full entry.