Posts Tagged ‘visit’

Thank Heaven For (Grandma’s) Little Neighbor Girls: Revolutionary Email Free Verse

February 26, 2016

lived alone,
central Wisconsin cottage
built with her husband’s hands
before he died,
too early,

She was not
She could go anywhere.
But there,
she chose to stay
in her cottage home
and grow old.

Little neighbor girls
brought her wild flowers,
and colored leaves,
and crayon’d pictures
they’d drawn.

Eager and happy
they would show her,
and she,
with her
“Oh, how beautiful!”
would put the flowers
in a Blatz beer glass
on the bar,
or would tape
the colorful drawings
onto her old, white fridge,
and would chatter
to the little neighbor girls
and learn of their day
and teach them cards
and flowers
and wild birds
and mysteries of
the lake
and the woods
and the pond
and hot chocolate.

When I,
first-born grandson,
would visit
from college,
or from traveling,
or to come home,
she would show me
the drawings,
and tell me
about the little neighbor girls,
M and S H’s kids,
and how wonderful they were,
and how they always
came to visit,
and how she loved
talking to them
and sharing with them.

I met them
a coupla two-tree times,
that Wisconsin way,
as they brought
and drawings
and love.

“Oh, how beautiful.”

Time passed.
I was there,
she and I,
when she did, too.
That sacred experience
etched deep in my mind.
A great soul
flying home.

Sometimes the little girls
would still come by
the cottage,
but it was never
the same.
Her great heart
which had filled
us all
had stilled,
and all we had
were memories
and love.

Many years later
I met
one of the little neighbor girls

We were both
grown now,
a woman,
no longer little.
She needed
someone tall,
(which I am not).
And I,
didn’t know I’d seen her
and her wildflowers
and her crayon’d drawings
in Grandma’s kitchen.

We smiled
as we recalled
Grandma’s love
and warmth
and excitement.

tears welled up
as I thought of
in that cottage.

Most widows
and dry,
and die.

But she,
surrounded by beauty,
and love,
flourished for decades.
Looking forward
to walks in the woods
and geese flying
and cardinals, finches and chickadees
feeding by the window
and crocuses and daffodils and tulips
and wildflowers
and ice out
and first frost,
and bright red/orange leaves.

amidst it all,
little girls
who visited
when I could not,
who loved her
and let her love them
for years.
Extending her life
and her love
for decades.

Sobbing now,
I realize
the great gift
they gave
my Grandmother
and my family.

I don’t know
how to thank them.
I don’t know
if they can understand.
I don’t even know
their names.

I can only say:
“Thank Heaven
for my Grandma’s
little neighbor girls.”
Grandma Bertha Kuhns, Lake Winneconne sunset just before ice out


Who Are You And Where And Why? Revolutionary Blogging Rhyming Poetry

September 17, 2015

You view me
from Romania
and Australia
and Algeria
and India
and South Africa
and Russia
and throughout
North and South
and sometimes,
the islands,
and Barcelona
and ahhhh,
I don’t know who
or why
my work,
or what search
brought you over the see
to see
and my poetry.

Can’t you just
check in?
Say a few words
about the words
I’ve written?
why we crossed paths?
So I don’t have to wonder
what wander
brought you
to connect
with me
one way only?

Take a chance!
Connect! Trust!
(Unless you’re from France.
Then we’ll speak of Jerry Lewis.)

His Bright Red Sweater: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

August 12, 2015

Going to visit/
an old family friend,/
eyesight failed me./
I couldn’t find him/
in the crowd./
Then someone told me:
“He is there!/
in that bright red sweater!”

He always wears/
bright red sweaters./
How could I forget that?

Silent Bon Voyage: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

January 18, 2015

How do I wish her/
a fond Bon Voyage! when she/
won’t let us visit?

I Won’t Care: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

October 17, 2014

If folks don’t want to/
see me they won’t try to see/
me, so why should I?

Why Visit Gilbert? Romantic IMprov Haiku

April 17, 2014

She asked why I was/
visiting. “To stand on streets/
and hope you’ll drive by”.

Why Trim The Shubbery? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

April 4, 2014

I’d trim bushes so/
trees look taller, but noone/
visits anymore.

She Was Here Twice: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

March 6, 2014

My best mem’ries of/
this town involve someone who/
just visited here.

My best mem’ries of/
my city are with someone/
who just visited.

We Have The Power: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

January 7, 2014

She held it closely,/
tightly in her hands: power/
to change destiny.
We hold it tightly/
in our souls: power to change/
our destinations.

Lonely Visit: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

July 13, 2013

What if you went to/
visit your friends and family/
and no one stayed home?
and no one was home.
and everyone left?