For Grandmom, 93 today

She slips on the world
Our easy living room waltz
Goes the way of time

When I was a little girl, we’d visit my grandmother at her apartment. She’d put on records and teach us to box step. She could always dance, and I believe that although the years have slowed her considerably, her heart is dancing. I am sending great love and light to her this morning, as she is so far away from me in Fairbanks, Alaska. Grandmom, if I could be there, I would.

Grandmom in Alaska


key words:  love, aging, grandparents, grandmom, longing, dancing

At the shore

Children chasing gulls
As if they might ever land
Strong wind comes ashore
 My boy brings me shells
Proof of this wonderful world
Grey whorl in his hand
Men build sand castles
Children catch enormous waves
Sand crabs cannot hide
Old man boogie boards
Salt water in his grey beard
Schooling the young ones
Next wave is bigger
We wait to ride it to shore
Breakers all around
So much eye candy
Bare chested men body surf
Wash up at my feet
Shoreline erosion
I was here once, years ago
Nothing stays the same
Sunset cruise, dolphins
Jump sleepily off the bow
Surfer Dude patrols
The night takes us in
We can finally exhale
As the summer ends
Watching the boys surf
The waves lift them like small birds
Twittering with joy