Willow

The weeping willow
performs its own ballet

Silently lyrical
singing of solace
dancing of peace

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This is a poem that I wrote many years ago.  It was published in Bell’s Letters Poet, edited by Jim Bell; and The Discerning Poet, edited and published by Margaret L. Been.

Margaret Been’s art blog is The Messy Palette.

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Photo by Karl – 2011

Poem by Ellen Grace Olinger

For Father’s Day – In Memory

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became her care

until she joined you there

grief gives way to fields and wind

and now I hear your voice again

Ellen Grace Olinger
Published in Bell’s Letters Poet,
edited by Jim Bell.

I still remember this moment, on my way home from Sheboygan on country roads.  After my mother’s passing, I needed to grieve for my father again.  Now memories of my parents are varied, and span many years.

Memories For Father’s Day

god-is-our-hope

Harold A. Borgh, PhD,  lived on earth from 1915 – 1983.  He was a World War II veteran and history teacher.  He was smart and sensitive; also a humble person.  I’ve been watching programs about World War II on C-Span and PBS.  Sometimes I feel he is watching with me.  I was 29 when he died and so there are many conversations we could not have.  I tend to mostly read and write poetry in the mornings, and then in the afternoons I am learning about history.   Sometimes I can return to poetry again later in the day.

I am also moved by the veterans who are in their 80s and 90s now, and perhaps able to speak more about what they lived through.  I can only imagine.  We listen and honor.  And we should take care of them well.

Some of you know this poem, that I wrote for my dad.  It was published in Bell’s Letters Poet, which is edited by Jim Bell.

love for you
became her care
until she joined you there
grief gives way to fields and wind
and now I hear your voice again

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Image: antiqueclipart.com.