Mother feeds a tree, long after gloaming heart worn and wormed no longer roaming intact she entered the clay for she and the Son to rise some day now is pinned by granite engraved her family neighbors also enslaved behind a latched gate no animals shall ablate dirt isn’t the best halm or the way to think of mom
Writing a book is hard work and it takes a lot of help from friends and family as well as fellow writers. The launch was held at Orland public library on October 10th at 5:00 pm with a small but welcoming audience, I shared several poems and many of my beliefs and reasons why this book is important.
I'm currently soliciting help from the local newspaper volunteer who wrote a short article about the book launch. Luckily, I was able to pay for express shipping and sold several copies of Homeless Joy and offered Unadoptable Joy for sale as well.
Lamppost leaning left
tempting me to not turn right
My path flows right along the bay
as the houses lean left
from eons of winds off the water
I think if I ever get another Labrador,
I’ll name her Ilene as previous ones owned
loved to lean against my legs
at least that name wouldn’t be as disrespectful
calling a yella lab Beach when you live in Texas,
just doesn’t work. It comes out all wrong
when you visit the gulf and your dog takes a run.
Lean is just all wrong too.
My dad used to say, “Either sit or stand.”
If your too tired to do either you should be in bed.”
He also told me I should stand for some sort of cause.
I should stand up not only for my own rights
but for the rights of others.
Although both mom and dad offered to give
me a reason to not be able to sit down
with belt or wooden spoon in the kitchen.
I learned as I worked in kitchens,
“if you have time to lean you have time to clean.”
As I see another streetlamp leaning,
this one against a tree for support,
I notice the wind that has picked up,
“lean into the wind” and continue the path
I am supposed to follow.