Written for: November 2021 PAD - Day 29
"Write a next poem."
When next we get together, sooner I hope
than this last gap of fifteen years, while we cope
each with their own demons, through cigarette smoke.
So splendid to see you happy in your world,
grandmother, mother, and daughter–you're a pearl.
You are like a grand flag, finally unfurled.
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.