To me pecans taste like childhood,
They fell from the family tree.
Sticky leaves, crackling branch wood
Hulling and cracking, we three —
Siblings, nuts in varied degree.
poems
Stuffed
Stuff, more stuff, and even more stuff —
modern life says hey be a bigger stuffer
we stash, we store, expand and puffer
acquiring, collecting more stuff every day
sorting, organizing our stuffed lives away
Overflowing
whenever you lose a loved one
even though your heart feels empty
always remember that it is still full —
of love and thankfulness and memories