Merry Christmas. My grandfather’s house.
My Grandfather’s house. (First written on 14 March 1980- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly.I have growth from a small lad to an old man. I remember following you my… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Family
You have saved me.
Life is fair. We must be saved and we must save the people we love. July 19, 2014 6 Votes You have saved me A Poem by Coyote Poetry “For the many people who gave… Continue reading
Thankful.
(Last time I saw my grandfather in 1991. He died when I was in Iraq. We are made by great people. Our mentors taught us how to live. My grandfather ensured I knew.… Continue reading
My Christmas wish. Let’s get along. Hey brother, hey sister.
Christmas and New Year. I remember young men and women. Living, loving. Drinking and dancing. Living life fearlessly without regret. Hey brothers, hey sisters. I remember you. We were hopeful, foolish and were… Continue reading
Some quotes from two people I adored.
Some quotes from two people I adored…. Grandmother told me often. Sugar and honey can bring peace and calm to us. Anger and hateful words make the situation worst. Better to speak gently… Continue reading
Silence and listen. Remembering Mindy McCready.
Silence and listen. (The holidays are here. Time to check on people we love. Everyone needs a kind word and a reminder. They are needed and a part of our life.) Old man… Continue reading
If it be your will.
If It Be Your Will A Poem by Coyote Poetry “You don’t find love. Love finds you.” If it be your will. I saw her sitting alone with a small child. Pretty auburn hair… Continue reading
Once upon a time. For dear Susie.
Once upon a time. I returned to Akron in 1980. I was looking for a sweet memory In 1973 at my fifteen-birthday party. The prettiest friend of my sister gave me a birthday… Continue reading
The Chelsea Hotel.
The Chelsea hotel. Leonard Cohen words and song took me to the Chelsea motel before I arrived in the city of New York many times over. I yearn to find the places Cohen… Continue reading
Bounded love.
(My adopted children. Adults now and doing well. An old photo. Living in the USA and Spain.) (Me and my daughter in 1998.) Bounded love. Till my last breath. The moment I held… Continue reading