Sunday, April 29, 2012
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Monday, April 16, 2012
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Saturday, April 7, 2012
|My grandfather, D.Bewick- back row, third from the left.|
Thursday, April 5, 2012
I meant to give you a new roof,
have the tree branches trimmed,
and add on a big deck in the back.
I wanted some stylish front doors,
insulated windows, brighter lighting,
central air, a new hot water heater,
hardwood floors in the living room,
another toilet, a better shower stall,
and ceramic tiles for the side room.
I planned to paint the foundation,
pave the driveway, fix the doorbell,
power wash the siding and shutters,
and put up a white stockade fence.
I talked about more counter space,
bigger cabinets and a dishwasher in
the kitchen we rarely use for cooking.
I dreamed about a finished basement
with a party room and flat screen tv.
I thought I’d plant a dogwood tree,
a row of forsythia, and a lilac hedge.
Here we are, it’s twelve years later,
I have to say I’m sorry for the little
I’ve done for you, to help you improve,
to make you stronger and better too.
Someday I promise to make it up to you.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
At a counter in a crowded kitchen
decorated with roosters and hens
we sat on stools drinking black coffee
in mismatched cups and chipped mugs.
He showed me his gun cabinet, his prized
Winchester, the gun that won the West.
I knew you’d come one day, he said as he
pulled my kindergarten photo from his wallet.
She mixed the flour with shortening and
used a jelly jar to perfectly cut out biscuits.
I told your Dad that when you got two babies
you have to stay, but he just couldn’t do it.
Sharing memories of the times back in Jersey
turned to a conversation of misunderstandings
and regrets but when I went to leave they said
what they always said to us all, Stay with us.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
So much was made of the heading,
the greeting, the body, the salutation.
Red line drawn down the right side of
the white lined composition paper to
align the home address with the closing-
“Sincerely yours,” and my new signature.
Penmanship and punctuation- a must.
Rewrite it, do it again, not right? Again.
Stamps purchased for their artistic beauty.
There were special boxes of pastel, floral
themed stationary or was it stationery?
Finding a letter in my mailbox today made
me sit on the steps to read it, to follow the
numbers of the pages, to keep track of the
anecdotes about people we once knew,
last week’s weather, a meal made for dinner.
And as I read it, I heard it all in your voice,
the way I’d seen it done in so many movies.
I sat for a moment to think of how I should
write you back, mention the coming season,
ask about your health or wish you well before
closing with a “Truly yours,” or “All the best”.