Her Life

In the spring of her life She had lived with the generosity, Of childhood. Blossoming into Adolescence with buttercups In her flowing brown hair. In the summer of her life She had lived with trust; often Rewarded, sometimes misplaced. Blooming into motherhood With...

Asking the Question

What is wisdom? Are we born with it? Show it and you’re a child Wise before your years, The old wives say. Can it be taught? With white chalk on black Or the modern equivalent Of PowerPoint and screen. Can it soak in? From words of generations Passed from age to age...

Leaving the Nest

Have faith little fledgling For thy Father gave thee wings that will lift you as you fall light as a feather you will fly. Have faith little fledgling For thy father gave thee a voice of the sweetest note that will sing amidst the treetops. Have faith little fledgling...

Sweet as Nectar

Take my hand, my beautiful daughter Run with me through the meadow Under the sun, the clouds and sky See the butterflies dance in delight Trusting the flowers to bloom and provide

Benedictus

Believe you will lose…and you are beaten, Before you have given your all. Think that success is just fleeting… And disquiet on you will befall. There is but one future for losing… There is but one time for defeat; To be judged with the rest…at the end of the quest,...