Memories of Mama

An abundance of fleeting memories of Mama have always floated and danced through my mind and heart, but none of the memories of my first two years of life are ever clear and distinct. Among my earliest concrete memories are: Those of her sitting beside Papa on the spring seat …

Happy Birthday, Mary Kay

As you know, I live out in the boondocks, And I found it exceedingly hard To make my way into the city To buy you a nice birthday card. But had I been able to do so I’d have searched through each store & each shop For a card with …

The Bandit Behind My Chair

Stories are told of buccaneers bold Who preyed on ships a-crest, And of outlaw men who time and again Plundered and pillaged the west. This lawless breed, impelled by greed, Divided their loot by the share. Now each passing day I too fall prey To the bandit behind my chair. …