Grandmother
winter
I welcome
your embrace
I’ve longed
to feel your
face
To dance
in the
dark~
fire bright
to rest
not to
fight~
the wisdom
in the dying
of the letting
go~
of the fork
in the road~
which way
to go…
Seasons changing
changing seasons
still the roses
grow
trust your wings
you will know
which way
your wind
blows~
Reflect
as our Mother
rests
there is beauty
in the dying~
letting go
room to grow…
Memories of the
past
Memories of the
future
making memories
that last
holding on to
sweet memories
letting go of
the painful
ones
Traditions from
a by-gone era
flooding memories
of laughter
around the table
the lights
the sounds
the food
the gifts
the memories…
I love it
when you rise
rainbow of colors
orange, pink,
blue and white
yellow burning
through with
delight
I stand on your
shoulders
MotherEarth
bare feet
feeling your
beat
breathing deep
I release
thankful
in peace…
A GLOBAL PANDEMIC
a raging inferno
a wildfire out of control
DEATH.
YOU
want to open schools.
kids falling ‘behind’
need day care.
I want to LIVE.
There is nothing you can say.
If schools open,
it will be a death warrant
for many.
Not your child hopefully
but your selfish demands
will leave other children
without parents and
grandparents…
I am a TEACHER
my choice,
by choice.
I work for my students
I would die to protect them
and now you want me
to die for them
when I don’t HAVE to.
You are signing a
DEATH WARRANT
for an unknown number.
How is that acceptable?
HOW?
