You are my treasure…
You are my treasure… My lovely lady loved a slow Sunday and to bath for many hours in a hot bubble bath, jazz music and little conversation. I would wash her hair in… Continue reading
You are my treasure… My lovely lady loved a slow Sunday and to bath for many hours in a hot bubble bath, jazz music and little conversation. I would wash her hair in… Continue reading
1— He loved her so. She played his heart softly and tenderly like a violin. Creating a song of majestic days, eternal nights. Her music filled with grace and joy. She was a… Continue reading
Father’s eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry It is hard not to follow your Father’s footsteps. But we must sometimes. Father’s eyes and anger.. 7 April 2009 (Part one. Wiser and smarter… Continue reading
The parting glass…. Last year, the greatest man I ever know. My father Jack. Died on 29 January 2020. 96 year, he was. Was a WW2 veteran and he was a paratrooper who… Continue reading
You taught me what love was… I remember your small house, I remember sleeping on a cot and I remember you. I remember my grandfather smile and his kind words and I remember… Continue reading
“Blessed indeed is the man who hears many gentle voices call him father!” — Lydia Maria Child “My father didn’t tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do… Continue reading
A cradle hymn. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts upon a paper. I hope us with hearts and concern. Make our world better and safer for everyone. A cradle hymn Hush little… Continue reading
Just men.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry First job in country of Kuwait in 1992. Move the dead frozen bodies from Death Valley. Just men.. (I got to Iraq. My first task was to… Continue reading