For Lucy, who called them "ghost houses."
Someone was always leaving
Being a parent there is responsibility,
Single or double parenthood, it matters,
Nature has kept beauty and scenic love,
We feel in tender watching towards birds,
My wish for today:
that poet friends were viewing
this, coffee in hand.
lifted on green leafed shoulders
A pilgrim on this sacred road,
I know its litany of switchbacks by rote,
Kyrie eleison, Christe eleison,
Left in third gear, right in second,
If I were not galloper, and denied it's charm
The blooming buds of foliage of nature could have been
Faded, or turned me a little out, and harm
My many-folded desires which carried, so keen;
mastery of poetry
in love we dwell only
What do you think
a redemption of a clone will work
in the galaxy of stars?
We headed to the heavenly Munnar—
Our son-in-law with a golden heart,
Took us too with his family, in a car,
Winding its way over the hilly part.
what i have are nothing but the notes
of our trip
she expects to renew our ties