End-of-Year poems

UMCOR: My favorite mission site, Baldwin Louisiana

Shirts displayed at UMW's fall tea, SUMC

 

imagine getting

a call from the Space Station!

"Sorry, wrong number!"

[from the news]

~~

 

Where's my

REJOICE coffee

mug? I choose a Christmas-

tree one, fill it with yesterday's

coffee,

 open

the microwave

to heat it--there's the mug!

I got distracted when Eric's

arrived.

~~

 

warm winter solstice--

birds busy bathing

in the clean water:

robins, sparrow, cardinal

mockingbird and a bluebird!

~~

 

Three days

before Christmas,

I drink from a snowman

mug on this 70-degree

evening.

~~

 

lemonade stand

on Christmas Eve day

seventy degrees

[news]

~~


 

 

 

 

 



 

 



A post-reunion Etheree-patterned poem

Here is the Couch sibling--Thurman-- missing from the July 4 reunion. Let's say he might be bowing in sorrow that he was too ill to make the long trip from Pasadena, CA.
NOTE FROM THURMAN: I'm singing to entertain customers.  My buddy,
Don Cadogan, to the left.  A nurse friend at right.  This was on a Superbowl
Party event.  2013.  I was raising the roof!


 

 

This poem written July 7, while resting from the delightful, 3-event reunion held over the July 4th weekend.

 

I'm

eating

leftover

purple hull peas,

potato salad,

tomatoes, grape salad

and watermelon, apple

and coconut cream pies--all left

in my refrigerator after

the main meal of the family reunion.
PL - 



In honor of my baby's 40-something birthday: poems about family

[written in 2000]
thirty years ago
to hospital on fresh snow
second daughter's birth
~~~

[written in 2001]
first, Christmas, then ice
overlooking my last child's
mid-month birthday
~~~

in my mother's yard
her mother's yellow rose
~~~

*the eternal hum
of the fan used to block
grandchildren's TV
[*Season's line.
Season is the pen name
of Carolyn Thomas, CA]
~~~

someone's pet cat
is now road kill
omigosh, it's ours!
~~~

[written in 1998]
the long snow break
my young grandson's inventions
using last year's toys
~~~

my boy in the snow
the neighbor inside our house
eating popcorn
~~~

sixty-four-year-old
runs back to Mama's warm house
during the outage
~~~

Three pets
sleep on my lap,
a cat and two small dogs,
their being at my whim, trusting.
Pure faith
[by Lew Taylor, Stillwater OK]

c 2012 by Pat Laster and Lew Taylor