Friday, May 19, 2017

Awake


birds song, dog song, train whistles
no longer asleep,  listening
sounds of morning indoors
outside, cars race on streets near by
doors open to stir sleeping teens,
while infants and grade ones
wake themselves,  the fourteen year
old going on a field trip to Chicago
has no problem stirring this morning
the excitment of  THIS day
grins at gg, while crunching cereal,
a smile broadens across my face,
 these days of baby grins,
and dances, sibling fights,
concerts played and sung by nervous
competent youth, aging with life,
today the calendar garden picnic
calls, its blooms perfect in season,
"wild" has been read, the "whole brain
child" recommended reading while
a baby sleeps in arms,
my oh so full heart 
hear the baby cry

 leave this text ...

Another day there will be no baby teen,
...

gkn May 2017


Friday, May 5, 2017

Two Short Lives

for sharon for brenda for judy
for mother's shattered hearts...

Heidi,  Rachel can you hear me?
do you hear my gratitude for the gifts
you gave me in your two short lives?

Generosity of spirit in your visits,
in your laughter at yourself and me.

Hope born in the midst of despair
as you  kick boxed or just kicked away boxes
 the expectations of next
must be steps,
 as you took next must steps for you.

Smiles radiant, trusting, knowing  believing
when everything around defied faith.

Acceptance, without celebration,
 with knowledge of truth beyond our control,
just acceptance
of this days offering.

Love filled hearts, though pain crowded
the spaces,  love won the day.

Four years, only, four years
you have been gone from planet earth.
Already four years and still you live.

gkn May 2017






Monday, May 1, 2017

My Labyrinth Memoir

I step in,
a blade of
grass amidst
the daffodils
removed.

Two steps
forward
an empty space
transplanting
begins.

A step back
is required,
a weed?
discernment
necessitated

I step
forward
I look
backward
....


gkn May 1 2017

Monday, April 24, 2017

On Friendship

Silence, has gained comfort  
the years of tears and laughter shared

a gift or time and vulnerability
demanded by grief too big to bear 
alone.

I give thanks now,
 not for your broken 
heart, nor even for my own

But rather for our hearts that
dared, not stand alone, 
these hearts that beat though
broken, bent and bruised, 
these hearts that beat
together still. 

gkn April 24, 2017

     



Wednesday, April 12, 2017

April Twelve

It came again, this day
for twenty one years now, 
it has come, surprising me 
with grief, your face looked 
in the kitchen window, 
danced with others
outside my door.

I should have been 

prepared.

gkn April 12 2017

Saturday, March 25, 2017

This Ordinary Day

Daffodil heads peak 
amidst last years seedy
stems, the labyrinth 
 breathes deeply.

Two hot cross buns
 I buy them both,
 the walk finds potted
tulips too.

We talk across the 
miles, celebrate tickets 
bought, share joy
and sorrows depth.

Laundry's done, another cup
of steaming green tea 

I read that Derek Walcott died

(old news, unless you were 
with a newborn and her family
for a week)

I give thanks for his many gifts
to me, 

"love after love" 

perhaps the
greatest  
one.

gkn March 2017

Monday, March 20, 2017

Spring

Sap drips runs 
seen felt 
around, within.

A grave 
newly dug, 
father's body.
 
Snowdrops 
give way 
crocus appears.

Mirabel
wonderous beauty
Equinox.

March 21
2017
gkn