Indulgent Daydreams Blog

mother mixed the juice -
orange, grape… whatever there was…
then “whizbang” was born!

the bird spoke up -
and mother told me to go…
the defiant child

blue notes, sultry sounds -
words braided into pictures…
many from brain’s storms

apricot cobbler -
kitchen window, birds singing…
missing my mother

the look of her smile -
the touch of a mother’s hand…
things we miss the most

she gave me a card -
said: memory keeps you near…
not near enough now