Category: Family

  • Foodmories

    (Food Memories) The aroma of toastPulls me from bedIn pajamas I spyMy mother bendingOver an open oven doorToasting bread for our stuffingAnnouncing a yearly ritualThanksgiving morning is here. We stand together,Lined up tall to small,We mix, roll and cut,The oil is hot and ready for dough,Strouffles, little honey balls,Mean Christmas…

  • Dad

    My entire life changed on the day that you died,I wanted to escape, go run, and just hide,But that night, I watched a gorgeous sun set,With sad, tired eyes and a face tear stained and wet. The sky was more beautiful than you ever did see,Like a sign you arranged…

  • My Mother’s Hand

    When I was young, I’d hold onto my mother’s hand,It was strong and soft, its guide a gentle demand.She held my hand as the years passed, and I’d grown,Through those years, she helped me to stand on my own. More years pass by, and it’s my husband’s hand, I now…